Tender white clouds suspended in blue jewelled sky hovering overhead a protective canopy holding rain let not a drop fall to spoil my picnic long, lush green grass about bare feet swaying red poppies dancing with butterflies nature's carpet unfurls for miles around no heavy breath of traffic no shrieks or screams just the whisper of wisdom from tender white clouds
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
I love nature.... without it there is not much else.
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