Nature is a limitless heir,
Her beauty can be found everywhere.
The sun and moon, the forests and streams,
the meadows filled with flowers, an artists dream
Nature has her moods as well,
She may have the wrath of hell.
A brewing storm, a sunny day
Natures moods go either way.
One thing about Nature is always true,
She is a part of whats far and few.
We see her in the ocean breeze,
She is in every daisy and pollenating bee.
Nature stays a mystery under the vast stars and the moon,
overnight, the sky turns bright, sun and birds chirp a tune.
How about the lovely, colder days, when nature snow is so lush,
The sky is gray, the painter's way, could capture it with a brush.
Nature has her moods as well, sometimes she gets upset,
you see the skies turn black and clouds loom as bad as storms can get.
She also can be happy with the sun out bursting bright.
Then there are the lilacs growing, lovely purple and white.
Nature needs care however, we should treasure her with much love,
Because God made the heavens, and earth but its nature that rises above.