Summers Gentletouch. [nature] - Poem by alan brown
The Sunlight flickered in her auburn hair
as she walked upon the wandering sands
Like a mirage drifting upon a sea of gold
Her beauty surpassed
All that she met in her path
Shimmering light lit her smile
giving birth too the world.
That Mother nature longed for evenly
between the seasons.
As she approached her destiny.
As her wanton hand
waved delight over the land.
As trees reached for the sky breaking leaf.
In the order of the world
set by our seasons.
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