Love Nature

The Song of Nature

Behold when the sea roars to its high,

Behold when the winter sky turns faintly bright,

Behold when the first ray of dawn rises o’er the mist,

And revamp the morn with pleasant light.

Behold when the bee sits on the first flower of its day,

Behold when the butterfly flies with colors that still remain.

Behold when the trees lightly sway,

And takes all fears away.

Behold when the buttercup’s aroma spread,

Behold when the fruits ripe, freshly made,

Behold when the clouds smiles to the Earth,

And gives nature an eternal birth.

-          June Martin