Nature

The wind rushed through,
The weeping willows.
The pine's smell,
Filled the fall evening's air.
The crisp leaves-
The snowy foreign mountains.
The fresh new breeze,
Blowing through the tall grass,
Toward the grain in the stable.
The wooden stable.
The world is wonderful,
The sky is clear.
The sea is full of life, the fish-
They dance happily as the waves crash into the rocks on the shore.
The air is soft and a bit chilly-
Yesterday it was very nice and warm.
The sun is going down,
You can see one star in the eastern part of the sky already.
What is this?
Beautiful, Clean, Wonderful, Nature.


Hrysoula L. Davis, September 11, 1995
Copyright © Hrysoula L. Davis 1995

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