Our love for nature, has its roots,
It offers life, it offers fruits.
Not just beauty, it's way beyond,
A peaceful lake or just a pond.

Our love for nature, keeps us close,
Rocks erode, as the river flows.
From a hilltop, to the sea,
Towards the sky, grows a tree.

Our love for nature, gives us peace,
Seasons change, flying geese.
Nature shall thrive, if we combine,
Your love for it, along with mine
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[ˈaʊə  lʌv  fɔː  ˈneɪʧə  hæz  ɪts  ruːts,  

 ɪt  ˈɒfəz  laɪf,  ɪt  ˈɒfəz  fruːts.  

 nɒt  ʤʌst  ˈbjuːti,  ɪts  weɪ  bɪˈjɒnd,  

 ə ˈpiːsfʊl  leɪk  ɔː  ʤʌst  ə  pɒnd ].  

[ˈaʊə  lʌv  fɔː  ˈneɪʧə  kiːps  ʌs  kləʊs,  

rɒks  ɪˈrəʊd,  æz ðə  ˈrɪvə  fləʊz.  

frɒm  ə  ˈhɪltɒp  tuː  ðə  siː,  

tə ˈwɔːdz  ðə  skaɪ,  grəʊz  ə  triː ].  

[ˈaʊə  lʌv  fɔː  ˈneɪʧə  gɪvz  ʌs  piːs,  

ˈsiːznz  ʧeɪnʤ  ˈflaɪɪŋ  giːs.  

ˈneɪʧə  ʃæl  θraɪv  ɪf  wiː  ˈkɒmbaɪn,  

jɔː  lʌv  fɔːr  ɪt,  əˈlɒŋ  wɪð  maɪn]