Natures Play
The creek’s great to hide from the heat
Grey finches in the trees songs sound sweet
I smell leaves, blossoms and moist peat
Cushion my body from my head to feet
Sprigs of radiantly green wheat
Clouds play out drama above my seat
By Robb A. Kopp
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