Nature's beauty, a sight to behold,
With landscapes both new and old.
From mountains high to oceans deep,
Nature's splendor is ours to keep.
The sun sets, painting the sky,
In hues of orange and pink, goodbye.
The stars, twinkling in the night,
A celestial show, that's truly right.
The flowers, blooming in the spring,
A colorful array, nature's offering.
The leaves, changing in the fall,
A natural spectacle, for one and all.
The raindrops, falling from above,
A symphony of nature's love.
The snowflakes, softly falling down,
A winter wonderland, all around.
Nature's beauty, ever-changing,
A reminder of life's unending.
It's the wind, the water, the trees,
Nature's beauty, is a symphony
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