When I consider every thing that grows
From a bluebird to the worms in the ground
From a great oak to a delicate rose
What happens when we take a look around?
I see tiny ants marching down their hill
I smell the green grass, fresher than perfume
I hear the gray squirrels, chattering still
I feel the silky petals on the blooms
Standing in the majestic forest light
Where grand beauty is all around the glen
I think of city life, hollowly bright
And how we must step away from the den
Noticing natural beauty around me
Looking from the high sky to the deep sea
From a bluebird to the worms in the ground
From a great oak to a delicate rose
What happens when we take a look around?
I see tiny ants marching down their hill
I smell the green grass, fresher than perfume
I hear the gray squirrels, chattering still
I feel the silky petals on the blooms
Standing in the majestic forest light
Where grand beauty is all around the glen
I think of city life, hollowly bright
And how we must step away from the den
Noticing natural beauty around me
Looking from the high sky to the deep sea
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