Nature’s Way – A Poem by my Mother

Nature's Way

As the brown leaves of trees
fall, different shades of color
can be seen all over.

The soft touch of fresh, cool
air, along with the shimmering
rays of the ball of fire from Heaven.

The feeling of security thrills
the flesh.

You can see the tree tops swaying
in the breeze, birds flying, bugs
crawling, and nature moving.

You can hear the chirping of
crickets and the sound of rustling,
autumn leaves.

I love things that are free
to do as they wish!!


BY: Debora L. Thomsen



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