Nature's Poet
Sitting in an open meadow
To the call of whipper wills
He places his pen in motion
As the winds calm to a still
Nature turns to bend an ear
To what he has to say
The stream near by so crystal clear
Slows down in its wake
The words flow out in rhythm
As mighty eagles soar
Distant thunder clouds cry out loud
Urging him for more
He is natures poet
Brought forth at this time
To bring nature back together
In simple poem and rhyme
But the poetry isn't so simple
As rhyme flows through near by wood
Mother nature relinquishes the reigns
All for the common good
Every living thing feels the power
In this poets pen
Waiting for the perfect timing
To where all can begin again
With life back in balance
He travels to where it is he came
Until we are in need
Of natures poet once again
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