The Order of Nature
Our nature follows an order. Everything is done for a reason.
The wind blows for liberty,
The river flows to reach the sea,
Because they are very lonely.
The birds fly
To touch the sky.
The arrival of Spring
Makes them sing.
The gentle wind makes flowers sway,
The colorful fly likes to play,
‘Cos it is a sweet day.
The foamy clouds stay high,
They act as white strokes on a blue canvas.
O’er the hills, they pass by
And fly around with a fascinating dance.
Just look at it, or take a glance.
This is the order of our beautiful nature,
Which is now in grave danger.
The river flows to reach the sea,
Because they are very lonely.
The birds fly
To touch the sky.
The arrival of Spring
Makes them sing.
The gentle wind makes flowers sway,
The colorful fly likes to play,
‘Cos it is a sweet day.
The foamy clouds stay high,
They act as white strokes on a blue canvas.
O’er the hills, they pass by
And fly around with a fascinating dance.
Just look at it, or take a glance.
This is the order of our beautiful nature,
Which is now in grave danger.
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