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The Joy of Traditional Pottery lyrics

Performer AMIRA BALQIS BINTI AZIZ

The Joy of Traditional Pottery song lyrics by AMIRA BALQIS BINTI AZIZ official

The Joy of Traditional Pottery is a song in English

Verse 1:
In the whispering woods where the wildflowers grow,
Nature paints a picture with a gentle flow.
Streams that shimmer in the morning light,
Mountains standing tall, a breathtaking sight.

Chorus:
Oh, nature's song, so pure and free,
In every leaf and every tree.
From the forest deep to the ocean’s shore,
Nature’s beauty is forevermore.

Verse 2:
The wind it dances through the emerald leaves,
Singing melodies that nature weaves.
The sun's warm rays on the meadow’s bed,
A golden touch where the wild deer tread.

Chorus:
Oh, nature's song, so pure and free,
In every leaf and every tree.
From the forest deep to the ocean’s shore,
Nature’s beauty is forevermore.

Bridge:
In the still of night, the stars ignite,
A cosmic dance in the moon’s soft light.
The river's flow, the mountains high,
A symphony beneath the sky.

Verse 3:
Seasons change with a rhythm true,
Spring’s bloom and winter’s dew.
Nature's cycle, a timeless embrace,
In every dawn, a new grace.

Chorus:
Oh, nature's song, so pure and free,
In every leaf and every tree.
From the forest deep to the ocean’s shore,
Nature’s beauty is forevermore.

Outro:
So we walk the path where the wild things roam,
Finding peace and a place called home.
In every sunset and the morning’s beam,
We find the magic of nature’s dream
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