A thing of beauty
Is a joy forever

Says the species
Which breaks nature to pieces.

We speak of keeping it clean,
But are weak in taking that pain.

Nature rewards us everyday with a crimson sunrise,
But can also punish us with a crimson volcanic rise

We can see the beauty of nature in the starry skies,
As well as in a child’s wondrous eyes

We owe it to the next generation
                                For a complete green regeneration

Because if it is too late
There will be no one left to say, ‘that was a dangerous wait’.

But if you leave it in your list of forgotten
You can never be forgiven

This is why from the top of the skies
To the bottom of the seas
Nature, Nature is everything...