The wild birds chirp and sing on the bushes and trees
And the sweet scent of peppercorn blowing in the breeze
I scent and I hear her and her I can see
The beauty in Nature is all around me
Were I a poet of her I surely would write
Poems for others to read and enjoy and recite
Of the one who has brought me such pleasure and joy
I have loved her since I was a very young boy
So little about her I can claim to know
Yet my wonder of her only does seem to grow
For her billions of life forms food she does provide
The one known as Mother Nature Worldwide
With her four Seasons Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring
Her praises I always feel happy to sing.
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