Thinking of Mother Nature

Grass smells of the blue ocean
The dirt sets off a good notion

That this here ground was great
Not near those with hate

The loving tree
Fills me full of glee

She reaches out to those in pain
Only to keep them sane

Hearing the soft music of the flute
Coming up from her root

The sand dunes come alive
Their thirst to revive

Breathing in the gentle air
Her love that they bare

Washing out those in despair
Who once began to care

Love the tree
She will fill you full of glee