Nature's Hand
The carpet of red, yellow, and brown
lines the canyon's rough walls.
Speckled cars travel through
the mountain's twisted halls.
Pavement curves in wonder
of the swaying trees nearby.
While open windows invite the wind
to water the unsuspecting eye.
Nature's hypnotic music
calls from a bubbling stream.
The sun strikes down upon a mirror,
awakening a majestic dream.
Feelings stir within the eyes,
as they touch the beauty of the land.
Drivers grip the steering wheel,
never to shake nature's hand.
Copyright © Angie Sharp | Year Posted 2006
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