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Nature
it calls my name,
with a loud whisper,
from the rustling
of the trees.
It awes me with wonder,
from the twinkling
ray of lights
of the stars,
it calls to me as a natural thing.
It's nature.
It's everywhere,
just listen to the whispers.
and you'll understand
the depth and soul
of nature.
Author Note: wrote this for my environmental class. Tell me what you think!
it calls my name,
with a loud whisper,
from the rustling
of the trees.
It awes me with wonder,
from the twinkling
ray of lights
of the stars,
it calls to me as a natural thing.
It's nature.
It's everywhere,
just listen to the whispers.
and you'll understand
the depth and soul
of nature.
Author Note: wrote this for my environmental class. Tell me what you think!
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