Tuesday, January 16, 2018

It's Nature

The whispers reach me through the trees
Angels chorus carried on the breeze

Natures perfume
Natures scent
So clean so pure
So innocent

Treasures of life
Treasures untold
Can be had by all
Are more precious than gold

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