Mother Nature’s Many Gifts Poem by Heath Gunn

A pebble amongst millions,
Lay on vast sea bed.
A myriad of sea shells wash,
Upon the beach they ebb.
A hundred billion blades of grass,
Grow around my feet.
A multitude of fragrances,
Drift from flowers sweet.
Sky an immeasurable stretch of blue,
Far above my head.
Tiny thorns, on pretty rose,
Grow in flower beds.
A leaf uncurls in springtime,
As to the tree it clings.
Mother Nature’s many gifts,
That every year she brings.

Heath Gunn