The ocean sprays my face; it enchants me.
A sea of icy blue, it haunts my mind.
It is the giver of life. It will be,
what it will be. What a treasure to find.
The forest is mighty with branches strong,
a crisp, cool breeze mixes with the sun rays.
The birds chirp away, making a new song.
The woods hold me in mysterious ways.
The mountains are everlasting, can’t break.
Their icy peaks frighten the bravest men.
No one but God can make them bend and shake.
I simply can’t wait to see them again.
But we pollute the Earth- nothing will live,
and all nature wanted to do was give.