I wake to see the rising sun,
slowly spilling orange and gold.
Painted on with a magic brush,
across the sky with stokes so bold.
I run 'til I am out of breath,
and fall upon sweet-smelling earth.
Then realize what gifts we have,
priceless they are in their worth.
The flowing rivers, lakes, and streams,
the powerful and mighty sea,
teems with creatures great and small,
'neath windswept waves, wild and free.
The forest with its mighty trees,
that shelter me from sudden rains.
They tower high to touch the clouds,
a home where birds sing sweet refrains.
All this within a changing world
is comforting, remains steadfast.
As long as nature can provide,
there's nothing that we can't outlast.
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