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Springtime ~
The path went crookedly
low lying bushes abound,
Tiny buds sprouting on
branches,
flowers peeking around.
Fresh, fragrant air
wind in the trees,
Touch on the cheek,
nature's symphony.
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The wonder of nature
the splendor of green,
Sniff of blossoms,
wake up reveille!
Wandering the paths
stepping so slow,
Senses on alert,
going with the flow.
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Looking up at the
sky
clouds drifting by,
Vastness of surroundings,
seemed to intensify.
Peaceful, serene,
it's great to be outdoor,
God's in attendance,
now and forevermore.
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Joan C. Nelson-Payne ©
2005
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