The magic of the nature

In the magic of the nature,
There's a spell that's hard to break,
A force that's full of wonder,
That no one can mistake.

It's in the rustle of the leaves,
And the gentle hum of bees,
In the flow of the rivers,
And the rustling of the trees.

It's in the soaring of the eagles,
And the graceful flight of birds,
In the shimmering of the moonlight,
And the magic of the words.

It's in the changing of the seasons,
And the colors of the sky,
In the fragrance of the flowers,
And the softness of a sigh.

It's in the rustle of the grass,
And the laughter of the streams,
In the gentle touch of the breeze,
And the wonder of our dreams.

The magic of the nature,
Is a gift that's always there,
To remind us of the beauty,
And the wonder that we share.