For the best things in life money we need not pay
The beauty we see in Nature every day
To look at and to admire is completely free
And it does not have an equal would you not agree
Her wonders are many her secrets not few
But of Nature every day we do learn something new
Her mysteries as mysteries forever will remain
Such things are beyond human kind to explain
Our wonder of her ways only seem to grow
Yet so little about her we do seem to know
The one who outlives her four Seasons Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring
Her praises one ought to feel happy to sing
When the last human being to her Reaper has gone
The immortal one Nature will be living on.
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