Of Nature there's new things to learn every day
At least that is how 'tis with me anyway
Her secrets are many her wonders not few
And everyday of her we learn something new
My wonder of her only does grow and grow
Yet little of her ways i can claim to know
Her natural beauty is all around me
And every day in my walks a new wonder i see
Of singing her praises could one ever tire
To write of and sketch her the poets and artists she inspire
And though for the gift of life on her we do depend
We do not respect her as our dearest friend
The one true immortal and that's not a lie
Unlike us mere mortals she will never die.
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