ISN'T BEAUTIFUL?

Nature's for man and man is for nature

See the flowers in their greens, high up on the hills
And see the birds in their wings, flapping through the wind,
Hear the noises in the trees, and hear your heart go still,
Look who is opportuned, to see what nature breeds.

See the fishes in their streams, contented with their steeze,
And the roses beautifully, surrounded with their thorns,
Hear the sounds of fire cracks in winter's freezing breeze,
And Summer wheezing cries, when Autumn's finally born.

See the tiny stars at night, sparkling in the sky,
Hear the pitching cries of larks, in the silent night.
See the children play at night, like insects try to fly;
And look who has a pair of eyes to monitor the night.