Colored clouds in the sky,
Bird nests held by the trees,
Only if I could reach that high,
I would swirl the sky to make a cotton candy tree,
Flowers growing ground up,
All the baby birds nestled in their cribs made of floss,
Incredible spiders on the ground, Then they go round and round,
in webs that look like invisible rainbow gloss,
Mother Nature does love,
I love her from the lowest to the highest above.
-Author Ven J Arnold
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 9:40 PM UTC
Colored clouds in the sky,
Bird nests held by the trees,
Only if I could reach that high,
I would swirl the sky to make a cotton candy tree,
Flowers growing ground up,
All the baby birds nestled in their cribs made of floss,
Incredible spiders on the ground, Then they go round and round,
in webs that look like invisible rainbow gloss,
Mother Nature does love,
I love her from the lowest to the highest above.
-Author Ven J Arnold
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