Beauty of Nature

As I walk the rhythms appear, as I listen the birds I do hear

If I try I hear the trees call, nature is so beautiful, it comes free to all

This life is such a blessing, so don't waste it all

It's that time, the time of the year, melodies begin to appear

If you search the sound will be found, but some reason there's no one around

Too consumed to breathe the fresh air, held down by the forces affair

But meanwhile I'm taking it slow on a path with my worries gone

As I walk the rhythms appear, as I listen the birds I do hear

If I try I hear the trees call, nature is so beautiful, it comes free to all

This life is such a blessing, so don't waste it all