A long way from the house
A long way from me,
A long way to go,
An old but true story
Somewhere I’m standing by a lake,
A new friend is there,
And he says,
‘You’ve forgotten about it, and missed all the beauty of
nature,’
I say to him, ‘I know,’ but when we talk about it
There’s something inside him
That I cannot see
But when I look at him,
It’s not possible.
You may have been
Doing these things as well,
Though you were not,
Nor could you tell me,
For they are hidden
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| Beauty of Nature |
In your heart
That do not know
Of what they are,
Or in whose sight,
But the beauty of nature is not yet known
To you.
The beauty of nature,
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| Beauty of Nature |