Linda walker

Nature






The sun glistens through the trees,
The wind blows it’s gentle breeze.
The clouds gently passing by,
The birds are flying way up high.

A bird is singing his morning song,
The world around him carries on.
A flower blooms for all to see,
And food is found for the bumblebee.

The grass grows greener every day,
The fields are stacked with bales of hay.
The flowers grow from the seeds we sow,
It’s too Mother Nature, thanks we owe.

Life is just full of beautiful things,
Just look around at all the scenes.
Close your eyes and listen to the sounds,
An inner peace will be found.

Linda Walker 6.1.2012

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