Grace Hand of Nature

A graceful pace in a meadow of blue. Blossoming blooms; bees lingering behind. I lay, laud and favor whilst breeze flows through As long as the sun is shining, you'll find. Tiny flower clusters snug and fruity, Drenched in the warm early morning sunlight- Tree leaves fall freely on the ground and brace Etched on earth memory of their beauty. Flowerbed beauties soft buds unfold bright Each float slowly finding a resting place. The grace of power of mother nature Nesting birds singing in the trees so tall, in deep labyrinth a happy creature Nature's small insects cute and rude is all Butterflies in patch blooms gathering food. As long as the sun shines nature does share Amid dimness of old mossy leafless So, generous it's complemental mood. They step out of the dapple shadows there boughs: owls and other creatures rouse griefless. Mother Nature, you quench the fetal heart Rendering vast heaven and azure sky Drifting beyond of blaze colour take part, Wondrous golden honey rays drifting high, Escorting in the dawn of new seasons. Your natural gallery exhibit, Your most natural spell we are under. You have, one of many fervent reasons Roots and flora have shown to inhibit. Your guarded source as we watch in wonder. 5/27/2022 g. nature Form O- Ode- New Poems Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France