Though sad songs of death some are known for to sing
The great gift of life is a wonderful thing
The warm sun glowing in a blue Summer sky
And dark swallows above the green parkland do fly
In pursuit of flying insects in circles they ring
Not unlike sparrows chirpers they never do sing
The years have left me looking older and gray
But of Nature i learn something new every day
Butterflies seem to fight or to them is it play?
From us Nature keeps her secrets as some like to say
Everywhere i turn to look great beauty i do see
The wonders of Nature are all around me
Few cars, buses and trucks do pass up and down
On a January day in the quiet country town.
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