Wood Nymph
Beauty in Wildlife
I hear the lonely whippoorwill
as it calls out to the night.
I see the wondrous beauty
of a mighty bird in flight.
I stoop and smell a wildflower
as it sways gently in the breeze.
I lift my eyes to the heavens
as sunlight filters thru the trees.
The gathering of the graceful doves
as they settle on an electrical line.
I feed grain to all the turkeys
as the wind blows through the pines.
I see the elusive deer;
I hold butterflies in my hand.
I'll never forget my moments
on Tara, my sacred land.
as it calls out to the night.
I see the wondrous beauty
of a mighty bird in flight.
I stoop and smell a wildflower
as it sways gently in the breeze.
I lift my eyes to the heavens
as sunlight filters thru the trees.
The gathering of the graceful doves
as they settle on an electrical line.
I feed grain to all the turkeys
as the wind blows through the pines.
I see the elusive deer;
I hold butterflies in my hand.
I'll never forget my moments
on Tara, my sacred land.
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Beauty in Wildlife
Beauty in Wildlife