Oh, Mother Nature
Oh, be still . . . the tenderness of your mount flourishes thy peak,
as does the morning's day break bring sight to my troubled peace.
For the majesty of the florets above the green pastures speak,
as the mighty eagle soars so does my soul’s appreciation increase.
Oh, Mother Nature . . . my spirit arises with hope in your innate release.
Re-submitted September 16, 2016
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