There's so much in Nature of which of to sing
The beautiful songs of the birds is a marvellous thing,
The music in the park of the freshening breeze
As it blows in the foliage of the bushes and trees
The writers who love Nature of Nature write
Their stories and poems for to read and recite
She outlives her Seasons as they come and they go
Nature the only immortal of which we do know
I first fell in love with her when i was young
And though others her praises much better have sung
I have loved her for decades since i was a boy
And singing her praises is a thing i enjoy
To her I'll return as we all must one day
For in her earthy bosom we are destined to lay.
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