- Andre Lamartin
The Gift of Nature
In nature we find what is lost,
A peace that comes at no cost.
Freedom so priceless and pure,
Walls become hard to endure.
Serenity that comes at a price,
Is an illusion concealing a vice.
Nature does not charge in gold,
For a peace that cannot be sold.
If money be the measure of all,
Nature’s gift has no price at all.