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Nature is always alive and bright,
From the lovely flowers to the moon at night.
Nature is always present for us to love,
A gift that keeps on giving to us from above.
The observer looks at nature,
He or she soaks in the beauty in the light.
The artist paints a lovely picture,
One that creates beauty for every sight.
Nature speaks in its own voice,
We humans do not have this choice.
Nature is alive in its own vibrant poem,
Within its love we dwell and call it home.
The words of the poet are free and whole,
To express the feelings of mind and soul.
The words of a poet are reflections of a human art,
It captivates almost every mind and heart.
