Gift of nature

Priceless it may worth
as the sun shine to its endless brightness
When the moon and stars comes
with the remedy to the problem of dark
Is the cloud the part when it rains
when the wind blows
the land is delighted
As the trees wave to the wind
and the green leafs glorify the trees
The Rose beautify their colours
Has the stream sings with Love
And honour
when the chameleons are dancing
as slow as a snail
With all love
The gift is not abounded by it users

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