Nature contains its own Canvas, New colours and new landscapes. It paints its parts, With the hues light and dark. Sky pigmented several times a day, Like yellow with bright sun ray. And black dark sky melts itself into velvet dawn, While orange hues for the dusk so sound. Serene are the vistas of land Though faded and destroyed to the grand. But the beauty still lingers there, Wandering for the eyes to see, For the heart to feel And for the soul to relive The portray to be held high in esteem. Through the bruised soul and feelings, Nature still shows its masterpiece, For all to believe and to perceive That it deserves the love and peace.