Mother
Nature can nurture,
I’m
in awe at her splendour,
She’s
created heaven on Earth
With
her seeds of some worth,
Flowers
blossom and so bloom
With
colours that can consume,
This
pleasure most of us like
With
many a different type.
We
have our trees and bushes
That
are all year round green,
These
can be nice when seen
And
can create little rushes.
I’ll
find a kiss under mistletoe
With
my beating heart aglow.
©
Andrew Stevenson 01/12/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
The work of Mother Nature is never ending Andrew.
ReplyDeleteLoved this poem.
Yvonne.
Thank you Yvonne. It certainly is. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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