Wild And Free Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

The gentle sound of autumn leaves,
swirling in the morning breeze.
Leaves of red and goldish hue,
from my window its my view.

Chirping sounds of morning chorus,
another day lies wait before us.
Birds seem happy in their song,
Nature's sounds go on and on.

Above the mountain, clouds are moving.
I look amidst this silence soothing.
Nature very dear to me,
A precious presence wild and free.


Jayne Louise Davies