Feel the wind and heat of fire.
Feel your heart burn with desire.
Elements that make the soul
White as snow, or black as coal.
We are all the children of the Earth
It is to her we owe our birth.
Nature is a precious thing.
Songs of nature always ring
Lifting souls to brand new heights.
Reality to dreams of flight.
I want to feel the rush of air
Where Earth is kind and life is fair.
Please be there to catch my fall.
Mother Nature, hear my call.

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