Mother Nature is beautiful,
She makes life so bountiful,
Where there is needful need
She will plant to grow a seed,
Flowers will glow so on show
With shining colour from her
And in the wind they’ll dance
Which will have me in a trance.
Their blossoming blooming
Is to myself aptly consuming
As they are much of a retention
With my appreciative attention.
Now in Autumn they will fade
Until next Spring to be remade.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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