As I sit between the woods, thoughts come into my mind,
Some are those whose answers I cannot find.
The wind blowing and birds singing in pleasure,
Is no less than precious treasure!
Mountains and valleys, rivers and hills,
All are replaced by industries, factories, and mills.
For every flower that opens,
For every bird that sings,
God has made their lovely colours and their tiny wings.
Sun sets, with the clouds painted beautiful red.
Birds are tired and go to bed.
We have no time to stand and stare;
The beauty of nature still unaware!
Nature is a gift- observe and embrace it,
The happiness you receive will be worth it!