Nature's Child

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Nature's child,
Running wild.
Sleeps on trees,
Mounts the breeze.
Across fields and plains,
And forest rains.
Through barren land,
And desert sand.
In oceans deep,
And canyons steep.
On mountains tall,
Through spring and fall.
In frost and snow,
You thrive and grow.
Oh Nature's Child, come with me,
Take me far and set me free.

~l.k

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