Through Nature's Eyes Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Beauty whispers through the trees,
Dancing softly on the breeze,
Written in the sunset's glow,
As evening colours start to flow.

In rustling leaves and gentle rain,
Nature's poetry speaks again,
Through storms that shake the mighty oak,
And morning mists that rise like smoke.

It lives in moments pure and true,
In morning frost and drops of dew,
In hearts that love with depth untold,
In simple wonders we behold.

From darkness deep to the brightest day,
Beauty guides us on our way,
Teaching souls who dare to see:
In all things, wonder there can be.