Miss Nature - May 16, 2001

Miss Nature
(c) May 16, 2001

Out to walk
I feel her near
A gentle breeze, tickles my ear

Sounds of spring
The sun is high
A robins laughter, paints the sky

A willow weeps
with moist new leaves
Arches down, to kiss my cheek

Garden green
with shards of red
A rose whispers, good day my friend

The lilac hedge
with yellow bloom
Scent beckons me, with rich perfume

She bares herself
for those who dare
And reveals all, for them to share

she bids me stay
Enchanted by, Miss Nature's play

by Ricky D. McKean

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