Her Nature Ways Poem by Sierra Staten

The city is off in the distance, with its murmuring cars and neon lights-
Oh how they are missing the falls true colors.
They adore the smallest of Her beauty,
But I shall not complain.
I have nature all to myself now.
I have witnessed the leaves come and go many times.
I have seen Her work being both destructive and kind.
The clouds form a blanket as far as the eye can see
helping keep the valley warm.
The brightest stars shine through, and though they are dim,
they are bright nonetheless.