The World Retaliates

A herd of birds and little bees, whisping through the tall oak tree flowers grow in different hue a beautiful country view. Gracious was the painter he, created beauty for all to see songs of nature sing the stream it babbles with the rocks between. The land whispers of a birth, something old and new from the earth the sun reflects and retracts mother nature is taking back. We must give as we take, to often fix what we break but too soon it will be too late and the world itself will retaliate. What it did give will all be gone. of once what was our loving home the world is tired when people quit deciding to take care of it.