As I stroll in the morning
nature awakening,
with touch of Sun's rays,
Sun slowly mounting blue sky
appearing Red in eastern horizon.
dress in same costumes
season afer season,
its varied colors
hard to imagine.
paints all leaves green
gives birth to blosoming flowers
of all shades,
nature is effortless
as descending river ,
create it's own cycles
transforming endlessly,
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.
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seed to a tree
then to a seed,
clouds into roaring oceans.
then to passing clouds
Author notes
nature never become stale
A contest entry
- Short Poems Of Nature by misticmoonlite.
475 points, ended October 21, 2008, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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oh so true
nature never becomes stale, as while the spring seedlings rise,the winter mulch leaves covering to shealth,
thank you for this sweet entry
good luck
Linda
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