The beauty we never do pay for to see
In the places that are home to the wild-born and free
Even people in towns live near Nature every day
She lives in the parks near where they live a short walk away
Though one's wonderment of her never does cease to grow
So little of her ways i for one seem to know
Though of her i do learn something new every day
We learn as we live as the wise one does say
The one who has the supreme magical power
From a tiny dark seed she grows a beautiful flower
She grows food for us humans for as long as we live
Yet we take and take from her and in return to her little give
Whether we are buried or cremated we will return to her one day
Since we are born to die life is this way.
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