The cool air strums a low tune on the pine trees.

Birds nesting on palm branches sing with the breeze.

Leaves rustle, and branches sway to the rhythm with ease

Natures performances make all troubles cease.

Fluffy white clouds adorn a tent of blue,

That hovers over a lush green view.

I love being a spectator, it’s true,

But what an honour it is to be a part of nature too.