Glory of nature
By Grannyrosie
GLORY OF NATURE The glory of the bushland, Rushed to meet my eyes. I greeted her with tears, Longing, sweet, sad sighs. Absolute total beauty, Confronted my every sense, Overwhelmed by this creation, My only line of defence. Who can resist the wonder, Reaching the high hill top. See the vision unfolding, To embrace, one must stop. Breath in the fresh spring fragrance, Devour the view from vantage high. Watch nature nakedly unfolding, Dancing, prancing, nonchalantly by. Water catchments glistening, Reflecting gentle warming sun. Ducks and ducklings dabbling, Wondrous web nature has spun. Undulating pastures spreading, As far as the eye can see. Interspersed with the adornment. Shrub, vine, flower, grass, tree. Stop! View the glory of creation. Rest soul, mind and heart. Take time out to appreciate, Then, let self become a part. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 16 2001 05:02 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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