In the morning the Mourning dove coos
The brisk wind puffs shaking the spruce
A turmoiled storm leaves decaying wood
Burbling streams cover tracks where deer stood
Clouds roll on by in wispy waves
Shadows float over underground caves
Dicranum moss covers bark
And above the trees flies a lark
Time moves on but if you stay
You’ll learn there’s more to every day
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Author:
Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
A beautiful descriptive poem that expounds on nature's beauty. Well done
Thank you for your read, it’s always appreciated!
You are most welcome
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