Willow

Early morning sunrise cascades cross the meadow
The sweet smell of the wild flowers
As they glisten in the morning light
The breeze moves in silence as the mist begins to rise

The beauty of natures slender right before my eyes
Tall storks of grass in the meadow sway gently in the breeze
All along the valley the rustling of the trees
Clouds drift by so slowly cross the great divide

The willow waits in silence upon the grassy plains
For the first drops of natures nectar
The coming of the rains
Are we blind to nature's beauty?
Does the world pass us by?

If we walk through the meadow
Would we contemplate the simple things in life?
Or are we lost to the gift of nature's beauty
Because of city life

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