IT'S NOT WRITTEN IN WORDS

Mother nature could never explain

Her beauty in words,

That is portrayed in the song of the birds

The fragrance of flowers

To soothe many hearts

The variation of blossoms

That the eye quickly charts,

The fresh breath of a Spring morning

After a shower, that mingles

With sunshine to enhance nature`s power,

Cascading of water tumbling over a hill

After a crystal clear pool has completed its fill.



The rushing of a chilled tide

Over a wide lonely shore,

The blanket of green that spreads over a moor,

A pastel blue sky with a smudging of clouds

That adorn snow capped mountains

To form peep through shrouds.

The twinkling of stars on a clear Summer night

While a moonbeam continues reflecting its light,

Red breast of a robin, soft wings of a dove

A beautiful couple embraced in their love.



Palm trees that shade glistening white sand

The echo of voices that travel the land,

A wandering breeze to perpetuate nature`s glory

Spreading seeds of hope to continue her story,

All in a world full of promise, a wonderful place

If only wars and destruction it did not have to face.