Thursday, August 30, 2012

Nature's Call, A short poem

Nature's Call
By: Ryan Beodeker


How does one define the brilliance of majestic nature?
The tender wisps of almost evening clouds,
Awe in swaying fields under winds domain.
The hum of life abound
in the free night air.
To be traded for naught else.
Kept, shared, loved,
soothing nature.
The gift to us all.

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