The grass is like emeralds
It blows softly as the wind whispers to it
From the sky so blue
Mother Nature's optical-illusion blue
She has blessed us with another wonderful day
The clouds float softly, playfully
Like little children playing
I can hear the stream nearby
Babbling, speaking with the trees
The trees don't answer
They are trying to hear the wind
What is the wind saying??
It's whispering Mother Nature's beauty
Whispering for the world to hear.
