NATURE

          NATURE

          

          GRASS, IN THE FIELDS, GROWING TALL,

          WATER, RUNNING IN THE BROOK,

          WITH FISH SO SMALL.

          EVIDENCE, OF LIFE,

          MOVING ALL AROUND,

          AS, WE STOP AND LISTEN,

           TO THE BEAUTIFUL SOUND.

          BLACK BEARS,

          CLIMBING,  UP THE TREES,

          TO GET THE HONEY,

          FROM, THE COMB, FILLED WITH BEES.

          DEER, WITH ANTLERS,

          THAT STAND, SO TALL,

          JUMPING FENCES, THEY NEVER FALL.

          CHIPMUNKS RUNNING, UPON THE GROUND,

          THE BIRDS, FLYING HIGH,

          NOT MAKING A SOUND.

          ALL  THIS BEAUTY,

          FOR US, GOD HAS MADE,

          IT'S SO SAD TO THINK,

          SOMEDAY IT WILL FADE.

          

          WRITTEN BY:

          DIANA SHIRLEY

           

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