Nature at it’s Nicest

Nature at it’s nicest,

no grey clouds, rain or snow,

the sun was at it’s highest

and was in no rush to go.

The breeze was nice and fresh,

whispering in my ear,

the roses looked their best,

swaying there to here.

The clouds looked soft and fluffy,

bouncing in the sky,

the bushes seemed scruffy,

but still pretty, that’s no lie.

Nature still survives,

always at it’s finest

and that’s how I’d describe,

nature at it’s nicest