There To Hear It Poem by Elizabeth Clement

There To Hear It



Feeling the fresh cut green grass.
After a little shower.
So soft on the bottoms of my bare feet.
Seeing butterflies flitter around in the cool breeze
Feeling the kiss I got on the tip of my nose,
The soft wing tap on my flushed cheeks.
See them search high and low for the best flower.
Hear the birds sing during those wonderfully cold breezes,
Of late summer.

Night falls, and hear the,
Crickets chirp in the night sky,
The song nature plays.
And I was,
There to hear it.

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