The wind blows; the grass wave

The wild weeds, unshaved

The Sun shines; the water glow

The Icy water from the spring remains to flow

The seas go wild, the waves go high

The fish swam, the wind blow with a sigh

The clouds are high and white

The Sun trying to shine through them with all its might

The seasons come and go

The cold days filled with cocoa and big piles of snow

The spring comes, the flower blooms

The autumn leaves happily grooms

The orange, the yellow and the red

The leaves fell down to form a colorful bed

Then is the summer, the heat the sweat and the suffocation

But it is the perfect time for a vacation

And these colors are of god’s features

And we must take care of our mother nature.