Nature is to me, a bird, a flower, a tree, The smell of a storm, The sight of a locust swarm, Nature is to me, anything the eye can see, A day and a dream, a softly running blue stream, Nature is to me, something not in chains, But free...
Reason for writing:
Written during the Helen Kaye era, striving for simplicity in all things.
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