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From a new shoot, from the barren tree,
To a loud buzz, from a little bee.
The wonder to find, mother nature did well,
Nature in all glory, that's you can tell.

From a young bird, in an old nest,
The sights to see, she did her best.
The wonder to find, under the sun-light,
Nature in all glory, such a wondrous sight.

From the little bug, in red spotty shell,
The old tree trunk, laying where it fell.
Nature is so varied, in all we see,
Alone in it's midst, no better for me.

Copyright 1990 - 2013 Craig Wadner