Nature

The green grasslands spread over,

Dark clouds descended lower.

Happy, soaring birds flew high,

Believe me, I won’t tell you a lie.

Prodigious skyscrapers touched the ether

And on my head, fell a bird’s feather.

There you see, such pretty flowers!

How quickly went past the hours...

Mountains and hills form a valley there,

Here comes the cold wind, Beware!

Then came out the brightly shining sun,

And now I am going to have some fun...