Nature's Colloquial Symphony

In a world of concrete and steel,

Let's take a moment, let's keep it real.

I'll spin a yarn 'bout nature's grace,

In words that flow with a colloquial pace.

Out in the sticks, where nature thrives,

There's a symphony of buzzing lives.

The birds, they chirp, the squirrels they play,

In the meadow where the sunbeams sway.

The sky above, so vast and wide,

Where fluffy clouds go for a joyride.

A patchwork quilt of greens and blues,

A perfect canvas, no need for reviews.

The trees, they stand tall, so grand,

Rooted firmly in the fertile land.

Their branches reach for the heavens above,

Providing shelter, like a mother's love.

The flowers bloom, with colors so bright,

They're like a fireworks show, a sheer delight.

From dainty daisies to vibrant roses,

Nature's palette, no need for poses.

The rivers flow, with a gentle gush,

Carving pathways, in a rhythmic hush.

Fish swimming downstream, chasing dreams,

Nature's rhythm, like a bubbling stream.

The mountains rise, majestic and strong,

With peaks that touch the clouds so long.

They remind us of our humble place,

In nature's realm, we find our embrace.

So let's not forget, amidst the hustle and bustle,

That nature's beauty is a priceless tussle.

Let's cherish her gifts, protect and adore,

For nature's wonders, we should explore.

In every leaf and blade of grass,

There's a story waiting to amass.

So let's reconnect, let's be true,

To nature's call, in all we do.

For nature's our home, our sacred ground,

Let's tread softly, without a sound.

With colloquial words, I hope you see,

The beauty of nature, just like me.