September's Treasure - Poem by Brett White
The raindrops follow me into sleep,
Mother Nature's lullabies from the Deep
Forest tonight, Her secrets she shall keep -
Locked tight, mid-September's treasure.
And all of Nature sings with Pleasure,
Infinite Joy and Beyond all measure.
But if measure we must, these moments thus,
The Power of Wind, as she gusts,
Like an infant to a mother she fully trusts,
Locked inside treasured moments forever,
Enjoy Life, because it's now or never...
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