Rocks are grey
The sky is blue
The birds are singing loud for you
Flowers dance in their beds
For bees to come and pollinate their heads
Sometimes we forget to see
what Mother Nature gives to thee
We must learn to appreciate her now
Or I'm afraid to say
It will be to late, the next day
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