All There Is Poem by Phil Soar
All There Is
When meadows share their beauty until autumn comes around
When birds sing out in joyous trills, we marvel at the sound
When all that might surround us, seems to gratify the soul
These sights and sounds can lift us up, and make us all feel whole
Yes, you are quite right. It is in the cradle of nature that the man finds his existence complete, in spite of his material growth. Thanks.
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5/4/2024 1:26:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You have said it all in four lovely lines, nature's sound and sight whatever the season have always held us in awe.