Woman of Worth
Woman of Worth
At the base of Oakwood hills
Lies an enchanting meadow
Of sheer delight to the senses
Hidden in a luscious valley
Lavender trumpets line the path
Mingled with voluptuous buttercups
Large greenery announce their beauty
With giant leaves velvety to the touch
Fallen trees serve as a trellis for vines
Bursting with wisteria blooms of blue
Smiling faces of daisies beckon you into
The meadow by a small cool running stream
Where a glorious weeping willow provides shade
An old tree stump remains beneath her for a seat
Jasmine permeates the air as a fine wine satisfies
The pallet; in her braches hangs a honey pot sweet
Monarchs enjoy the botanical nectar joyously
As morning birds sing to the grace of the day
While the newness of fresh morning kisses of dew
Prove that on this day, Nature is a woman of worth
Carole Cookie Arnold
Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2014
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