The flow and bend of time and space
The essence of life, now that is grace
The mold and shape of this world blue
Its beauty lost..and yet found by so few
The trees, the flowers, every living thing
With their own gift, to the table, they bring
The invisible things, airs flow and wrath
A gentle soothing breeze, or destructive path
The water flowing around ever so grand
As it meets and crashes into the land
Finding its way through nooks and crannies
Through rivers wild and lakes surrounded by trees
The mountains majestic, bold and true
As if through time, they aged and grew
Bursting with wisdom, the things they have seen
The birth of creatures and the rolling grass green
The deserts of orange, endlessly stretching
And the trees of the forest upward reaching
These are but a few of the beauties of Earth
What tomorrow will give rise to new birth?