Florida Nature

Joes corner Joe watched every morning, The sun that pecked over the trees in the distance view, Watched has the sun rays drifted over his row of growing veg, He sat in his rocking chair and waited for the birds morning calls, Beautiful musical song, He sat and whistled along, The breeze would add the slapping of the leafs, It would often sound like the melody to Mother Nature’s song, The swaying of the rivers waters and the drew drops splashing the river below, To Joe sounded like the beat to Mother Nature’s song, Joe loved to watch from his pouch, The beauty in his flora home, A farm handed down, To him from his father and his glad to call it home,