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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required MOTHER NATURE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ladyship, mother nature, in her prime, observed where ever one looks in summer. woodland glades, wildflower meadows in time explode with life, sound, song, buzzing, colour! meadow grasses, sway to her scented breath. pollen, lifted as directed, in depth! she reigns supreme, her nurturing, well kept! survival of the fittest, her concept. instilling instinct, natural reflex. sight, sound, she ensures all mammals, adept. no reasons yet, for her to vent her vex! summer waning, nature changes palette. harvest, her ruse for us to gather fruits, to store for spring, preserve, circumvallate! she shares amongst us, always contributes. harvest festtivals, once pagan tributes, oh, yes, some still believe, there's no disputes, what ere is thought, no, she cannot be bought. mother nature, no lessons can be taught. she can always adapt, nowts to complex! mother nature, at time looks to be fraught? no reasons yet for her to vent her vex! autumn her palette now of golden hues. to her, her royal season, all pure gold! on her vast estates, tree lined avenues. where leaves fall, hiding secrets, yet untold. not hers! the sou west wind was screaming out! we the the seasons bowed, blew away doubt. she called come hither all bar you winter in my tender sides you are a splinter ere there was a chance no romance, my ex sad plans fail to have him, yes reinter no reasons yet for her to vent her vex! nature let winter have free run, fickle land controlled by he who holds the sickle unlike nature so not very clever. forgive me seasons while I endeavor to winter, winter in, yes, an annex mother nature has dealt with that creature! no reasons yet for her to vent her vex! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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