Nature, thou art the beauty divine,
A source of wonder and awe, so fine.
From the verdant forests to the rolling hills,
Thou dost inspire poets and artists with thy thrills.
Thou art a masterpiece of creation,
A tapestry of landscapes and vegetation.
Thy power and grace, oh how they amaze,
For in thee lies a universe of boundless ways.
The oceans, they rage with thy might,
A living, breathing force, ever in sight.
The mountains, they tower with thy splendor,
A symbol of strength and grandeur so tender.
Thou art the giver of life, the source of all,
A provider of clean air and water, a savior of all.
In thee lies the secret of our existence,
A profound mystery, a boundless persistence.
But alas, thou art in peril, under threat,
From our greed and folly, we forget.
The climate changes, the habitats shrink,
The pollution grows, the air does stink.
We must rise up, and protect thee,
With conservation, and wisdom to see.
For in thee lies the hope of our future,
A world of wonder, a dream so pure.
Nature, thou art the heart of our being,
A soulful connection, ever freeing.
May we honor thee, with all our might,
And preserve thee, for generations in sight.
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