Sweet nature let me make a crown for you.
From farthest reaches stretch your powerful hands
Beneath the brilliant skies of azure blue
Through deepest seas and driest desert sands.
The sun comes up and shines upon us all
The winters send a chill into each bone
Sweet noises hit our ears and then they fall
On softest mossy banks or hardest stone.
And wind, the wind, the wind sweet nature's breath
So terrible and filled with such relief
It seems the subtle instrument of death
And leaves us filled with happiness or grief.
All nature so much mightier than all man,
I humbly write for you as best I can.
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