Nature Sonnet
Hath the wind that carries the leaves tire from the sweeping movement
Wilt the season soon come to an end?
What hath the sun shining its warmth on a white pedal decide when to stop
Whither the soft wind topple the daisy from its stem?
The beauty of nature at my fingertips
Glowing in its natural state
Created with love and care for the eye to see.
Copyright © Lynn D. | Year Posted 2024
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