Nature Preserve 1
Shine does the sun through the oak trees,
winter weather, bitter cold and the trees have no leaves.
Shine does the sun as it sadly it will set,
a beautiful tragedy I will never forget.
Shine does the sun, in the blue skies,
don’t be afraid in the morning it’ll rise.
Shine does the sun through the oak trees,
winter weather, bitter cold and the trees have no leaves.
Shine does the sun as it sadly it will set,
a beautiful tragedy I will never forget.
Shine does the sun, in the blue skies,
don’t be afraid in the morning it’ll rise.
Nature preserve 2
A blue sky in winter we want it to stay,
It’s not something we see everyday.
Up the hill a treacherous climb,
Never ending slope it would take all daytime.
White clouds white snow bare trees too.
All together create a beautiful hue.
A blue sky in winter we want it to stay,
It’s not something we see everyday.
Up the hill a treacherous climb,
Never ending slope it would take all daytime.
White clouds white snow bare trees too.
All together create a beautiful hue.
Woods
Filled with trees, some large some small,
it’s impossible to photo them all,
The trees up above, unleash the blue sky,
That you only see if you look up high.
Not much to see, not much to do,
just take it all in the beauty of sky blue.
Filled with trees, some large some small,
it’s impossible to photo them all,
The trees up above, unleash the blue sky,
That you only see if you look up high.
Not much to see, not much to do,
just take it all in the beauty of sky blue.
Nature Preserve 3
Up the hill, to somewhere unknown.
A relaxing journey, all alone.
The sun is setting, day and night collide,
In the open air there’s nowhere to hide.
Night will come soon, nowhere to go,
Except up the hill covered with snow.
Up the hill, to somewhere unknown.
A relaxing journey, all alone.
The sun is setting, day and night collide,
In the open air there’s nowhere to hide.
Night will come soon, nowhere to go,
Except up the hill covered with snow.
Nature Preserve 4
Hold back the river, covered in ice.
Snow, cold ground what else can suffice.
Wheat fields all around, frozen at will.
Without the windy breeze they stay completely still.
Trees in the background, stand tall and proud.
All have a goal to touch a cloud.
Hold back the river, covered in ice.
Snow, cold ground what else can suffice.
Wheat fields all around, frozen at will.
Without the windy breeze they stay completely still.
Trees in the background, stand tall and proud.
All have a goal to touch a cloud.