The land of nature

The nature calls out, one by one.

First is the giggling mist as it rises up, up, up into the vast blue sky,

As the dreamlike, fantasy lake yawns out endless troops of haze.

Grumbling, the grand classy clouds make way for the new arrivals,

As the cheeky, rascal sky tugs away her guardians, peeking into the world.

Dancing wildflowers line the rolling hills like a purple carpet,

Dripping with sweet morning dew for the chittering, chatting birds.

Glorious mountains sing out across the limitless land,

Their snow white caps proudly shimmering in the sunlight.

A deep flowing river runs between the mountains,

Sculpting and shaping the ranges over years, and years, and years.

This is our land, our earth,

Listen, can you hear it?

Can you feel it?

Can you see it?

This is the land of nature.