We are all natural

They play in the meadow, 
on the softest green grass.
They stroll through the woods,
drinking from rivers they pass.

The birds all sing,                                                                                                                                                         
a soft morning choir.
They will all sing,
notes as sweet as a lyre.

The new saplings grow, 
in earthy, moist soil.
With the arrival of Spring, 
they no longer toil.

Strong, thick trunks, 
growing high, high, high!
Emerald green leaves,
touching the sky!

The plants and the animals,
the land and the sea.
They are all natural,
and so are we.