We must believe that nature’s force
Will have its way and run its course
For we are victims of each storm
But who knows where or in what form ?
I’d like to think the world is round
With changing seasons that abound
Midst mountains that are peaked in snow
And hills that meet with fields below
With every type of plant and leaf
To pique our brain and find relief.
There is one God, He is Supreme
And is the answer to each scheme
No matter what our nature brings
God’s the reason our earth still sings !