Oh so beautiful is mother nature.

She knows how to strike first.

Strolling in her fields of green,

I wonder if she knows how beautiful she is.

Sitting in her light, I bask in her gold.

There are so many who work hard for her,

But it’s her job that’s the hardest.

For its her who provides the world’s natural hue.

It’s her who gives life to

The things we dearly hold.