Why does the thunder,
always come with the rain?
Why do the fields wave,
when covered with grain?
Why does the mountains
have high majestic peaks?
Why do the deep oceans,
seem to go on for weeks?
Why's the beauty of nature,
so perfect and pure?
The sights of a lifetime,
with it's drawing lure.
Nature's paint brush
will never run dry.
For all that there is
there's so much in supply.
Subjects so many,
under our blue sky,
I will love it forever,
until the day that I die.
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