Often as I wander through,
Nature’s beautiful playgrounds,
I can hear the quiet voices,
Of life’s whispering, sweet sounds.

The birds proclaim their gladness,
At the wondrous birth of Spring,
As the harbingers of the seasons,
It’s Nature’s praises they’re here to sing.

The bees, industrious as ever,
Ever working to spread life’s seeds,
The forest’s abuzz with their stirrings,
As they fulfill one of Nature’s deeds.

The flowers display their beauty,
Miracles of Nature for all to see,
Reaching skyward toward their dear maker,
With brilliant blooms calling to each bee.

The trees are the wisest in Nature,
Living many long and thoughtful years,
Each season is merely a day to them,
So the passage of time holds no fears.

If we would listen to the Whispers of Nature,
We’d hear lessons that need to be learned,
In their voices are many of life’s secrets,
And for Mankind, there is much to be earned.

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