My wonder of her only does seem to grow
Yet the more i learn of her so little about her i know i do know
Everywhere i turn to look her beauty i do see
At all times of the year everywhere around me
I first grew to love her when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
Her Seasons have come and her Seasons have gone
But she the immortal will forever live on
On our very survival on her we depend
Yet we do not treat her as our greatest friend
Her beauty is free for to look at and admire
And of singing her praises one never could tire
The greatest human achievements in comparison seem small
To the achievements of Mother Nature the greatest of all.
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