Oh, gifted nature,
dirt is your friend and the sun is your life.
Your body is long, gray, and your arms scream beauty as if they were tattooed.
Beautifully aged as you grow each day.
Furthermore, no heartbeat; but a breath.
You take in the air as if it were the words of your lover.
Redeemer.
You have life in yourself and all around.
Your leaves grant you structure and serenity in the peaceful patch you stay.
Wind and grace are your friends, of lovely gifted nature.
You grant me bliss by your oh so blushy, natural colors; no artificial cover up.
I am truly blessed and the pleasure is mine that you were given from the ground.
Whomever you be given, may she forever be beautiful, oh, gifted nature.
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