"The poetry of earth is never dead," wrote John Keats, and, indeed, it is nature, the poetry of earth, that brings beauty into our lives, that forces us to change our plans, that affects our moods.
Nature sets a sky aflame at sunset, magically transforms a familiar landscape into a snow-white wonderland at north, paints our beautiful sea grape dinner-plate round leaves with glow of bright yellow and red shades of colors in the south.
Her Majesty Nature responsible for the cold days, blustery winds, for rainstorms, and the cruel heat of high summer days. Nature is truly an intrinsic part of our lives.
How privileged we are under laughing blue sky and the blue ocean sigh, and merry birds twittering to cheer the evergreen scenes so dear with delights of the long, long nights.
The azure hue makes the best philosophy untrue against the arrows of the coming sun.
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