Mother Nature
I journey, with my pen in hand,
To genuine and unique places…
To the heart of a lily,
The inner side of a turtle’s shell,
Behind the eyes of a gentle hare.
I travel to the forest edge
And out into the pastures
I listen for the rustle of grass
Amid the meadowland’s prairie
I swim the clear streams, splashing…
Beneath the soothing sound
Of water’s rapids falling all around
I write the words of life and love
Penned from the heart of nature’s terrain
About the rain, the sky, the sun…
Anything that touches me with the satin hand of Mother nature.
©2014 by Regina Riddle
Contest: Wanderlust
Date: August 11th, 2014
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