Nature in her beauty is splendid to the eye;
from grassy meadows toa bright blue sky.
Unfurls her wings creating soothing breeze;
she tends her flowers,while nurturing her trees.
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Nature can be harsh; she does have her reasons;
to everything she does; within her four seasons.
In storm or flood; rain or shine, she is in control;
she makes us smile; or with gentle winds console.
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Mother of earth, wind and fire; she takes great heed;
to wield her power wisely knowing what the need.
Winds to fan the prairie plains; fire to end a blight;
constantly keeps watch ore earth both day and night.
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When we think she’s been too cruel; sending storms;
nature reminds us all; after the rain a rainbow forms.
Calm will return with the sun; balance is her true goal.
Her fury can be great; but her beauty soothes our soul.
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