naturistic

                         



                                  naturistic


                      There once was a girl who lived by the pier
          She was known for her kindness,but cried not one single tear   

                  She once was in love with the sky so blue
                She dazed along with it,but only caught the flu
     
                she once loved the ocean, every small wave
                but it only brought her home a watery grave

                She once loved the flowers that stood high and tall
        then she remembered how they died only to come back near the fall

              she once loved the wind that gave the world a nice breeze
      But then again she thought of the tornadoes that knocked down the trees

                  She once loved the stars that glowed in the night
                    too bad sometimes they were so out of her sight

                  she once loved the magma that shaped up the earth
                but it brang up the destruction of nature working hard for it's birth

                she climbed up a mountain,that gave her a thought
                        all of this nature couldn't be forgot

                      With every bad side their came a good
                she went down the mountain and pulled up her hood

                        she looked up  at the bluest of skies
              and they say she still stands there and she cries,and she cries