Beauty Is Nature In All Its Glory Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

As the Sun set, my heart did rise,
the stars shined within the skies.
The clouds so beautiful began to flow
trees began to shake to and fro.
my soul glowed as the wind stirred,
my breath caught at the sound of a bird.
Little animals moving through the night,
climbing, slithering, soaring in flight.
darkness enwrapped me with a comforting touch,
oh, how I love nature so much.
Fall, Winter, Summer, Spring,
the sight of nature, is a beautiful thing