As the wind blows over the mountain tops
I look down to where the river flows
And watch the trees slowly growing along its bank
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Doe eats the acorn from the ground
The squirrel scampering up the tree
A hawk flying high above, looking for prey.
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Little seedlings growing from the ground
Sprouting into flowers
Growing into tall trees.
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Clouds shift across the sky
The sun sets lower, lower
Rain is coming, I can smell it.
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Here on the mountaintop
I see everything
I am everything
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Stardust
PoesiaWe are all made of Stardust Though we know it not We are all the same. Not diffrent. We are all one. - A collection of poems about the natural world. All poems are created by me. Cover made by me! Updated Wednesdays and Saturdays.
