Natures Gifts
Painted with sunshine, a perfect blue sky.
Golden crops rippling; in the breeze, passing by.
A majestic oak slowly, from an acorn will grow.
The red sunset will fade, into twilights soft glow.
All the colours of nature, tint leaves on a tree.
With the quiet of night, mother earth gifts these free.
8/ 2/ 2015.
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