THE ART OF NATURE

My neighbours are trees,

The wind and the snow,

The Nature that sees                

How people can grow.

The mountain air

Is fresh, crisp, and sweet.

A cute little bear

Has found his treat.

I feel I am here,

The world’s tiny part,

As much as a dear

A piece of Your Art.

My life, like a dream,

Will come to an end.

The Angel unseen

Will give me his hand.

A drop in a river,

A small grain of sand.

The Greatest Life Giver,

I am in Your Land.