Gifts come in many forms
Sometimes they are material
Sometimes they are sentimental
But sometimes they are neither
They are a gift to the eye and the mind
That make you say
"How lucky am I, to be granted this sight."
They are
The sunset that makes you feel warm inside
The waters that bring the calm to your mind
The storms that reassure you
That even the skies sometimes cry
The trees that show you how small you are
Yet how much you can achieve
The stars that show you no matter how big or small
You always have a light that shines inside of you
The flowers that show you
Just how beautiful diversity can be
And that is
Natures gift
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Quills and Ink
PoezieA collectioon of self-written poems I wish to share with everyone.
