Natures life recycles every second of the passing day.
The darkness of the chilled night.
Fades into the days early light.
Night to morning is transformed.
The wonder of a new day is born.
All the beauty of nature's living.
The gift of light has been given.
Warm nests were the babies lay.
Warmth of the Suns golden rays.
Sweet aroma as flowers unfold.
Aromatic beauty there to behold.
Trees cast the dew from the night.
Suns warms limbs glowing bright.
The suns light casts a radiant glow.
It dances on the streams rapid flow.
Day is here for creature's and man.
To explore by sharing nature's land.
The living has its purpose to exist.
Replenish the land of life it consist.
Life recycles with the passing of day.
Nature maintains a balance this way.
The hills slowly emerge into a view.
From the cover of a dissipating dew.
The living that exist will one day die.
Sure as daylight will become night.
Today is gone taking its precious light.
The land is dark all nature's from sight.
Tomorrow will bring light of a new day.
Nature will again be on a vivid display.