The Beauty of America

William the Conqueror

From the beautiful mountains,
Looming high through the clouds,
With crystal clear lake,
gleaming like fountains,

To the great big oceans,
With the soft beaches of sand.
And the soothing sound of the waves,
Killing all commotion.

From the great dunes of sand,
Inside a state of bliss,
Formed over time,
From winds across the land,

To the yellow plains of the midwest,
Wind ripping across the fields.
The sun is shining oh so bright,
Is feels like the soil has been blessed.

From the red, white, and blue,
To the stars and stripes of pride.
This country is so beautiful,
And our flag flies so high and true.