Beauty Of Nature

I hear the lake lost in the trees, 

I can feel the cold air, the gentle breeze. 

I lay myself down small and still, 

Closing my eyes to the bird's gentle trill. 

I see new saplings starting to rise,

They are growing right in front of my eyes. 

The earth cries out for water, 

Like a mother that is trying to feed her daughter. 

Tall dark trees stand up tall,

The rocks look like a giant bowling ball.

Sun beams ray down and lay on the thirsty ground,

Crackling leaves have a crunchy sound. 

The smell of grass lingers in the air,

The animals take such good care.

Cold crisp air floats all around,

The king of the forest ready to be crowned.