#WhisperingNature

Rolling mountains and cascading hills,
Camping in nature and living like Kings.
The song of the cuckoo the dance of the stag,
The beauty and wildness of a lofty old crag.

The deafening ocean, a delicate twist,
The incoming crawl of the blinding grey mist.
The clap of the thunder a bright flash of lightning,
You better hold tight this can be so frightening.

Bayou’s and rivers mean taking a chance,
Echoing the shimmering campfires dance.
Peaks so grand hugged by skies so serene,
In glorious majesty what tales do they have for me.

Whispering nature so wise and so old,
Great stories to be told in shadows so bold.
Cries on the gentle breeze, the rivers cascading flow,
Her vast secrets uttered to all who may know.

In the trees where squirrels play,
It’s hard to tell the night from the day.
Leaves swaying secrets of hardness endured,
A rainbow of life we need to ensure.

Canopied forests shelter wildlife with love,
The death wielding beauty of lady foxglove.
The twoot of an owl the roar of a lion,
Natures utopia creating a zion.

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