If rainbow's end could cry,
cascades of colours they'd shed.
Prisms of glorious light, would
be dancing inside your head.
If birds could sing in words,
delightful tunes would we hear.
Twilights chorus so musical,
and natures life crystal clear.
If a bubbling crest could talk,
as it crashed upon the sands.
The deepest secrets would be
revealed, ours to hold in our hands.
So much for us to hear and see,
Mother Nature continues to astound.
Surrounded by wonderful things,
alluring with her beauty all round.
cascades of colours they'd shed.
Prisms of glorious light, would
be dancing inside your head.
If birds could sing in words,
delightful tunes would we hear.
Twilights chorus so musical,
and natures life crystal clear.
If a bubbling crest could talk,
as it crashed upon the sands.
The deepest secrets would be
revealed, ours to hold in our hands.
So much for us to hear and see,
Mother Nature continues to astound.
Surrounded by wonderful things,
alluring with her beauty all round.
Written Oct 07
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