The Power Of Nature (poetic ' a wonder to behold' version)
The power of nature is a wonder to behold
It's beauty does recycle and never does get old
It colours the skies in vivid blue
It paints the green fields in front of you
It sends life's elixir from the sky
It blows the wind, on which wings they fly
It fills the air with ships of white
It blinds your eyes with sacred light
It creates a land, so wild and free
Where does stand loves sweet tree
Whose spreading beauty grows gracefully old
The power of nature, a wonder to behold
The Power Of Nature (poetic ' a wonder to behold' version)
The power of nature is a wonder to behold
It's beauty does recycle and never does get old
It colours the skies in vivid blue
It paints the green fields in front of you
It sends life's elixir from the sky
It blows the wind, on which wings they fly
It fills the air with ships of white
It blinds your eyes with sacred light
It creates a land, so wild and free
Where does stand loves sweet tree
Whose spreading beauty grows gracefully old
The power of nature, a wonder to behold