I stood on the rickety bridge

Watching the morning mist lift

To reveal beauty unbound

Of the wild flowers abound

Bursting with passion, in yellows and violet

Around their mate, the stream coquette

Twisting and turning among the wilderness

No man, dare her harness.

My spirit too breaks free

Like a child I shake the blossoms from the tree

The tiny waves in the water below

Beckon me to dance with them and merrily flow

I become Nature’s child

Joyous, carefree and wild.

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The vacant bench in the park Awaiting someone Whose footsteps Were, but now gone The empty clothesline Lying still No more fluttering winds Entangled among the cloth fine The bare tree Its leaves even

I took the road Not knowing where it would lead Trusting it fully And ready to heed It took me through woods Calm and serene It showed me lakes And meadows green At times it welcomed me With carpets o