nature

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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