Art Of Mother Nature Poem by Akkydolcezza@gmailcom Harison

She loves mother nature.
She is like a flower.
A flower that makes me a smile.
Her presence is like a sweet fragrance.
That fragrance reviving me like nature does.
To walk into her is to witness a miracle.
There's a garden in her body, where many flowers blow.
Her aesthetic face is like blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Curved lips of her like rose petals.
Her eyes dazzling like a dewdrop in rosebud.
Her hair is an exquisite crown and,
That is flickering like the rays of the sun.
Her voice is soothing me like a single gentle rain that makes the grass shades greener.
She is the best art of mother nature.