Nate Morris


Over The Yonder

Over there, I clearly see
That which is a force to be.

Glorious in all of your ways,
Nature sings, leaves, they lay.

Fall, I now sing your praise,
Summer gone, I reflect on the joyous days,

Spent together, as we grew fonder,
Of each other, nature, and it's beauty over the yonder.

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