Nature Is...

A balm for hurting hearts;

A peaceful dwelling for those in peril;

Joy to a singing heart; 

Full of rest for those who are weary;

A house of friends for the wanderer;

Provider for the lacking;

Quiet to the one with a chaotic life;

God's creation for us.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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