By: Paul Callus
Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew,
as whistling rain pelted majestic oaks
and the soaked birds began to cry for you
as Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks
thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new.
Late through the night the wind went by in haste
till drained of strength it gave a final sigh.
The clouds dispersed and slowly sailed away.
Upon the land the moonlight fell from high
as rolling waves sought shelter in the bay.
The silver maples fluttered in the wind,
where the fast sleeping rabbits hid away
all beautiful, we wished to never end
with brightened colours, every joyful day
as Nature's beauty flowed out to transcend.
The sun crept up in drapes of crimson red
And creatures looked, enchanted by the view.
It was serene, and fragrance filled the air;
across the sky the playful seagulls flew....
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