Nature
Through the fog we go
Passing a beautiful swimming hole
Full of fish in fright
For a giant in their site
Stumble upon a mushroom that’s ripe
The trees do come alive at night
Sad when I see man made things in sight
Crossing that tree
To see things ever so green
The smell of pine
Ever so fine
Concrete jungles are a waste in mind
There happens to be some natural thyme
It is time
To watch this hawk dine
Please respect the no littering sign
Feeling the rivers run
As they are the veins of the forest
For who am I
I’m just a tourist
Copyright © Denis Picozzi | Year Posted 2022
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