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