Nature's Symphony

Nature's symphony, a melody divine,

Echoes through the hills, and flows like a streamline.

The rustle of leaves, and the chirping of birds,

A harmony of life, that's simply heard.

 

The sun sets in the west, and the moon rises in the east,

A symphony of colors, that never cease.

The blues and the greens, the oranges and the golds,

Nature's symphony, never grows old.

 

The wind blowing through the trees,

Nature's symphony, on the breeze.

The sound of the rain, tapping on the roof,

Nature's symphony, never proof.

 

Nature's symphony, a melody divine,

Echoes through the hills, and flows like a streamline.

A symphony of life, that's simply heard,

Nature's symphony, never disturbed.

 

Nature's symphony, a melody divine,

Echoes through the hills, and flows like a streamline.

The rustle of leaves, and the chirping of birds,

A harmony of life, that's simply heard.