Mother Natures Crafting
Her hair flows in long waves of aqua,
she watches as it trips and falls,
splashing across rocky terrain.
Mother Nature breathes upon the waters
and the caress is cool to those
living beneath the falls.
As she touches the rocks,
greenery spills grow from her
fingertips in many hues.
‘Neath skies of periwinkle
and cotton her crafting fills
the land with vibrant life.
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