Nature At Its Finest

January 24, 2011
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The damp dew
Trickles down the leaf
Of a giant oak tree
As I watch, it reminds me of raking the ruby, and gold color leaves
Into a pile, and jumping into them, watching them slowly sway
Their way back down to me
The bumble bees, butterflies, and ladybugs hover over the
Great big world

My mind runs free in the forest of oaks, pines, and spruces
The scent of pine needles sting
Surrounding me and hiding me from the outside world

The smell of burning wood creates aromatics in the sky
Kids are playing, swinging, drawing on the sidewalks
I unpack my bag, lock my car, and open the door
While the oak slowly stands still
The slow wind, was always enough, to calm me down

Chicken soup, fresh bread, and roasting marshmallows seize
My nostrils, and my mouth savors
Along with the rubies, and golds,
And returns back into the green oak leaves
With moth eaten holes,
And dew in the sun kissed morning

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