Y E A R N I N G for T R E E S
(to be read aloud)
Oh to be inside that shady bower
where nature holds my hand
where every type of verdant thing
is growing on the land
I long to be amongst the trees
wrapped around with green
breathing in that woodland smell
basking in the scene
To feel that dancing energy
to hear those rustling leaves
to be part of the great tapestry
that mother nature weaves
(to be read aloud)
Oh to be inside that shady bower
where nature holds my hand
where every type of verdant thing
is growing on the land
I long to be amongst the trees
wrapped around with green
breathing in that woodland smell
basking in the scene
To feel that dancing energy
to hear those rustling leaves
to be part of the great tapestry
that mother nature weaves
My first response yet again. . . I loved the picture, I could feel the shimmering energy that nature abounds in. - And I love trees and woodland - can you tell? :-)
3 comments:
And I love your poem. I love trees too, can you tell? This is great and thanks so much for joining in. It really is fun,
Elizabeth
I can tell, alright! :)
Thanks both of you, I enjoyed joining in. :-)
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