Un,deux,trois et l'infini,nature counts it's handiworks
Nature spake forth what thou see
Thy beautiful handiworks,man taketh it's possession
Veracity man search'd,ye found its dynasty

Nature hath a journal,quantifying it's assets
The sun,moon,stars,earth,rivers,the realms it giveth thou
The sun arise and the skies grasp onto it's glory

Nature count it's handiworks in several folds
Man knoweth not the length and the breadth
Thou invent and Advent the goodness of this trance
Tis sight nature giveth it's frits
Hither and thither it hampers on the gifts it dwell in our inside
The kingdoms we seeth are abound in history

Nature keeps counting and flaunting
The sereene beauty,thou art might it dispensed to the weak
It be for the poor,affluent and misers all handiworks
The flowers shed their fragrance on our windy paths

Nature counts and staunt it's handiworks
Love and all its abstracts are the nemesis of life
Summer,spring,autumn,winter and all seasons are indications of change
Nature is pure and holy in flourishness
What man seeth we owe to the giftor of this treasure
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