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Nature colored them you
#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
God may doubt he didn't use enough colors,
but sun going down the river smiles orangely at him,
with clouds waiting to go to sleep,
night telling us black is not bad but, black only gives the stars the opportunity to shine,
mother nature treats every living being as her child and then some sya they won't be nature's pawn
as we who bow down with folded hands to mother nature thanking her for everything and hoping for a new dawn.
© Vinamra
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
God may doubt he didn't use enough colors,
but sun going down the river smiles orangely at him,
with clouds waiting to go to sleep,
night telling us black is not bad but, black only gives the stars the opportunity to shine,
mother nature treats every living being as her child and then some sya they won't be nature's pawn
as we who bow down with folded hands to mother nature thanking her for everything and hoping for a new dawn.
© Vinamra
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