The natural, purest of the creator's artistry, splendid sights all heralds,
More precious as treasures, that of diamonds, rubies, and emeralds.
The grandeur of nature, panted by a benevolent hand, does so prevail,
Each majestic landscape, marvels of coloration, brilliant, in every detail.
The hand of man grows faint, before the brilliance of our father's grandest art,
The splendid definition of the land, bathed by a rising and setting sun, a part.
Perfection, in mottled sunscapes, all spellbound, in shadows beneath a moon,
Stunning regality, evening's portrayal, as butterfly's wings, to escape a cocoon.
Every portrait, a reflection of our benefactor's face, held in fondest array,
The mirroring of the finest arranged by his grace, given to us every day.
Morning's dawning light, Evening's setting sun, a most endearing display,
This regal affirmation to behold, enhances our daily lives, in every way.
Much more than fortunate, this displaying of our creator's greatest love,
A father's care shown in night and day, sent from the heavens, up above.
Our maker, ordainer of nature, his very hands, as an extension, to adorn,
Greets us, his marvels in symphony, so played, from the time we are born.
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