The beauty you see all around you today
For a different beauty quite soon will make way
When the deciduous trees once green overall
Will turn to brown and lose their leaves to the Fall
Nature at all times never seems to grow old
Unlike the young woman beautiful to behold
Will soon lose her beauty to the passing of time
As people age quickly beyond their physical prime
Nature the one the artists and writers in their work celebrate
In her magical powers her own beauty create
People grow old as the Seasons come and go
But time it does never become Nature's foe
Mortality for us humans a common fate
And Nature her own self does regenerate.
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