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*Upon a nice mid-spring day,
I take a look at Nature's way.
And breathe the scent of nice fresh air,
Feeling the breeze within my hair.
The grass pokes between my toes,
As I smell the flowers with my nose.
Clouds form shapes within the skies,
As light glistens from my eyes.
I hear the buzzing of the bees,
That climb the tallest willow trees.
I look across the meadow way,
And see a young deer at its play.
I pick the daisies as they grow,
And watch a gentle cold stream flow.
I hear the sounds of water splash,
And catch its glimmer in a flash.
When altogether it all seems sound,
I lay myself upon the ground.
To take a moment to inhale,
And listen to Nature tell her tale...*
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
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*Upon a nice mid-spring day,
I take a look at Nature's way.
And breathe the scent of nice fresh air,
Feeling the breeze within my hair.
The grass pokes between my toes,
As I smell the flowers with my nose.
Clouds form shapes within the skies,
As light glistens from my eyes.
I hear the buzzing of the bees,
That climb the tallest willow trees.
I look across the meadow way,
And see a young deer at its play.
I pick the daisies as they grow,
And watch a gentle cold stream flow.
I hear the sounds of water splash,
And catch its glimmer in a flash.
When altogether it all seems sound,
I lay myself upon the ground.
To take a moment to inhale,
And listen to Nature tell her tale...*
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