Nature By God

Nature By God short poem

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Look at the beautiful blue sky,
looks like this celestial nymph is decorated just for us.
Look at these fair and bright clouds,
looks like they are motivating us to reach up till them.
Look at these fierce plants and trees,
looks like they are calling us by our respectful name.
Look at these shining green grass,
looks like they are calling us to become bold like them.

Everything of this nature is useful,
nature is divine
nature is the gift for us by our almighty
oh nature! oh almighty! This child is speechless
whom should I give the credit for embracing this world?
Oh almighty! I choose you, cause you are the one who gifted us this wonderful nature!

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