The birds that sing,
A dragonfly's wing
Beating the air
With it's rhythm rare;
The morning light
Chasing away the night
The slanting rain
The sky, when blue again;
The winds strong, the breezes mild
All the creatures of the wild
Every touch and each sensation
That all go to make up creation.
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Author:
Paul Gerard Reed (
Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2025 06:12
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Comments2
A poem of nature that is a poem itself. Most lovely and close to the heart
A lovely write of the beauty of nature, enjoyed the read
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