Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

December 3, 2007

Nature Is My Friend

by Kenn

Nature is my comforter
I often run to her
She listens to my cries
And wipes the tears from my eyes
We talk and walk together
And I listen to her
She has many things to say
About the things that happened in her heyday
We are friends throughout the seasons
And we will never grow apart for many reasons
We will always be together
Forever and ever

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