I walk about in Meadows, or maybe by a stream
Listening to the beauty that a Meadowlark can bring
I step upon flat stones in a babbling brook
Not paying much attention to all the time it took
Then I see a large Oak Tree beckoning to me
I sit down beside it, how refreshing it can be
As I quietly sat and watched all the flowers sway
I saw a little baby deer, Mom wasn't far away
Soon a tiny Squirrel climbed down the Old Oak Tree
He jumped and moved, swished his tail as he ran by me
Gathering Acorns was the task he set about to do
Running back and forth until his task was through
What wondrous sights one can see, if we only take time to look
Maybe it's a Mountain stream or a tiny brook
Mother Nature has many charms and beauty beyond compare
Golden Sunsets, Starry nights, and Moonbeams everywhere.
By Katie Lazette- 07-08-2006 3:55 P M