See the mountain soaring high,
The river twisting round the bends,
Trees swaying as bitter weather draws nigh,
Birds flying high, their cawing sends.
Waterfalls flowing over the edge,
Waves crashing on the shore,
Rock climbers holding onto a ledge,
We want to see more, and more.
Flowers blooming pink, red and blue,
Toadstools standing tall,
The radiant colours with various hue,
Seedlings lying small.
This is the world we live in,
All things great and small,
Destroying it is a sin,
Watch, as the birds shall call.
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