~Nature~

Wrinkling of crisp dry leaves

Falling down from tired branches

Not dependent on life that breathes

Never Taking foolish chances.

Nature, A daydream of endless wonder

Survival on God, not man

Of which he created not with plunder

Wisest was his plan.

Blankets of snow on mountains high

To clean fresh water clear

An eagle flying through the sky

To God he is so near.

Dewdrops upon a velvet rose

On a sparkling springtime morn

God, Why was it humans you chose

To upon your beautiful earth be born?

Written by: Janea Lee

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