My Other Teacher
By Curtis Johnson
Nature ever thrives to reach.
She never fails to teach.
Sometimes the lessons flow
to the shores from the beach.
She sings, she prays, and often screens
ever so loudly from the deep.
. She will shake, shock, and rock
the very foundation of my feet.
She often wrecks havoc and makes us weep.
. But without her, who bares the rod of shepherds, we would go astray like sheep
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