Nature's beauty

Out in the open

there is a tree

that looks like a scary thing.

 

When darkness falls

and creatures creep

animals wander from tree to tree.

 

When the morning draws near

and the sun starts to rise

the creatures start to lose their disguise.

 

As the sun is in the sky

shinning bright like a fire fly

there is a view

prettier than any sight.

 

Over the cliff

mountains roll

as we see what beauty beholds.

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