Though My Wonder Of Her

Though my wonder of her only seems to grow
Of Nature's ways so little i do know
Her wonders many and her secrets not few
And from her every day i learn something new
And everywhere i turn to look i see
Her unrivalled beauty is surrounding me
The one to whom time never becomes a foe
Though her Seasons to her ever come and go
Her mighty river born as a rill
In lake in valley by a distant hill
The one who never sleeps by night or day
To her vast ocean babbles on it's way
Were i a poet a poem for her i'd write
For her admirers to read and recite.