It’s more than what you see when you’re outside
It’s more than just the wilderness alone
It’s every single thing that moves around you
It’s every detail Nature calls its own
The Birds chirp in their multitude of thousands
And wake us every morning with a song
And through the day, the chords strike true, we hear them
As they keep serenading all day long
The Sun itself is Nature’s great big paintbrush
The sky, the easel for a wonderful sight
They work together for a masterpiece: a sunset
Before they leave and go to rest at night
The Leaves are Nature’s finest little dancers
With Wind to help and give a guiding hand
The winding River tries its best to join them
And gives a rhythmic scenery to the land
And we get to witness it all.
- Author: DHA ( Offline)
- Published: January 26th, 2018 12:34
- Category: Nature
- Views: 18
Comments1
Beautiful poem. ^^
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