A Desciption of Nature
Early in the mornings when I rise,
I step outdoors and heaven I behold,
Beauty no better can the eyes ever behold,
N nature in all of its glory unfolds.
The fresh air that fills thee lungs,
The vibrant greens of the trees abound,
Melody no sweeter within the bounds,
But of the birds with their cheerful sounds.
The sun shines with HIS tender rays,
To let the world know that its a beautiful day,
And a smile with which we should start the day.
The hustle and bustle of the breeze that blows,
Silently whispers in our ears to let us know,
The feeling of being alive as wonderful as one can get to know.
Poetry in motion with perfect symphony,
Can nature can be best described as,
And a simple act of observing,
Is what can give all of us joy.
I step outdoors and heaven I behold,
Beauty no better can the eyes ever behold,
N nature in all of its glory unfolds.
The fresh air that fills thee lungs,
The vibrant greens of the trees abound,
Melody no sweeter within the bounds,
But of the birds with their cheerful sounds.
The sun shines with HIS tender rays,
To let the world know that its a beautiful day,
And a smile with which we should start the day.
The hustle and bustle of the breeze that blows,
Silently whispers in our ears to let us know,
The feeling of being alive as wonderful as one can get to know.
Poetry in motion with perfect symphony,
Can nature can be best described as,
And a simple act of observing,
Is what can give all of us joy.