Trees began my interest in, the evident beauty that i see within...
a beauty spot i choose to lerk is infact the way id like to work...
rustic charm with windswept roots, a common sight of footsteps from the walking boots...
rain or shine its never to late, goto natures outdoors go forth to navigate...
this luster of ground we see as green, can give us an understanding of distant we'v been...
the seed that grows to enchant this land, is the best thing to happen from mother natures hand...
rest assured it may always be hear, for you and me and the white tailed deer....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoy and respect nature too, Carlton. Thanks for sharing
thank you so much for taking the time to comment and read :)