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Mother Nature smiles down at her children,
proud to have made the beautiful creatures.
The great, strong, oak tree waves at her.
The soft cool dirt on the forest floor warms with love for her mother.
The birds sing a sweet lullaby for the one who gave them life.
Flowers smile up at sweet Mother Nature.
All of Nature's children stare at up her as she smiles down on them.
Mother's love is what the children need to survive,
and they thank her every day for making them thrive.
 Aug 2014 Natasha Smith
David
November calls to me
in moaning wind rattling doors and shutters
bending gnarled weather scarred oaks


November calls to me
in blue gray mists
swathing forest and morning meadows
endowing them in aura of mystery


November calls to me
in icy drizzle
flooding like tears
filling me with hopeless despair


November calls to me
in dry rustle of dying leaves
echoing voices from yesterday
copyright 2014 David
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