Beauty Is Quiet, Beauty Is Free
Green leaves, pale light.
Green leaves, sheer might.
Nature sings it quiet song
Nature’s where this heart belongs.
Pink clouds in a crimson sky
Good dreams in life’s burning light
Swift’s calls in a warm blue moonlit space
Slow glow in a homely place
Cats eyes light up and sees what I can’t see
Whiskers brush on the leg of me
Not a word said in this free quiet time.
Just the sounds of nature in the summer time.
Appreciate nature all around me.
Beauty’s quiet, beauty’s free.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2021
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