The wind swishes thru the trees dancing in a symphony.
Therapeutic expressions adoring grace has spoken.
Chimes hanging from a vine sprinkle leaves fall all around.
Mountain tops on high reflecting the amazing view of the sky.
Tourists come by gasping in delight, climbing the hillside.
The lord blesses this earth with such beauty.
Let us preserve what is left of our habitat please!
1 comments:
I love the concept of your blog, especially since Thomas Moore was one of my all time favorites. His poem How Dear to me the Hour is absolutely beautiful. I really like this poem of yours as well. Short but Sweet.
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