Nature’s Perpetual Symphony

The leaves blow in a hurry

The process of nature begins

Do you know, how birds sing their song,

As the day moves along

The sun rises on top of the mountains,

Casting its light over the rocks

As water trickles,

Through the river,

I take it all in, little by little

As the owls begin to stir

A cool breeze whisks me away to a different place,

The moon casts its thick beam of light,

Nature's beauty is a sight

The storm may rage and the winds may howl,

But nature will always renew

Through the cycle of life and death,

Nature's abilities take my breath