Nature
The wind rustling your hair,the blue skies above,
the green grass beneath you,
and flying white doves.
That feeling of happiness,
that feeling of glee,
at the beauties of nature in front of you,
as far as you can see.
Why not celebrate it,
endure it all,
in the bright sunny summer,
and the colorful fall.
The chilly winters,
and the rejoice of spring,
it dosen't matter,
what kind of joys nature brings.
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