Mother Nature

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I dance my way through the winds
The air blowing on my face
Dancing to the beats of thunderstorms
But filled with water's grace

I sing my heart out to the valleys
The hills and mountains echo my voice
Singing to the tunes of sunshine
The greenery reigns my choice

I paint the endless and colourful sky
Adorned with rainbows, sunsets, and stars
Painting with shades of wild and calm
The beauty washes away sadness' scars


The dancer, singer, and painter
Is none other than I, Mother Nature

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