With nature, comes beauty
That many would seek,
Of bears and lions
And amber trees,
Of streams so shallow
Where ants could swim,
They dance on pebbles,
Joined limb to limb.
And once in a while,
A Nightingale sings
On an oak tree so high
Where angels could live.
The secrets of nature
That one would seek,
The beauty, the love
That lies within.