Nature Poem by Stephen Rule

Nature



Do you hear the river calling?
The voice from in the leaves.
Windy whistling through the hills,
An echo on the leaves.
Her eyes are in the starry night,
Her face the morning sun.
She dances on the summer breeze,
The waves are in her run.
Mother Nature has her beauty,
But that beauty holds for nayght.
For if you anger the Mother,
Then your lifeline she'll cut short.
This land was made of her body,
It's life is from her love.
None are master of her earth,
Not even the One above.

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