Mother Nature


We are of moon and star,
beams of moonlight blue and white
streamed down to where you are.

The sun slowly rises,
melting beam’s of moonlight
leaving it faded and pail.

Spring breaks free into its primal dance
kissing your peaks and
your rivers flow too blanket’s of
pinks, blues, yellows, and gold’s.

Misty Meadows breathes its foggy breath laying its chill on every hill.

The bird’s sing and play for spring,
as mother nature closes her eyes leaving her beautiful spring surprise.

The flower’s are in bloom.

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