Nature
Up
Above
My head
I hear leaves
Rustling in the
Autumn breeze.
Down
Below my
Legs i see
Flowers of all
Colors and sizes.
Over
The hill
I feel bark
From a willow
Tree thats blowing
In the cold breeze.
Under
The tree
I smell the
Fresh smell
Of books with
Ink still wet.
Deep
In my
Heart
Beating
So loud it
Is like a motor.
I really
Believe
That we
Have a
Protector
Watching
Over us when
We
Are alone
When we are
In nature by our
Sides all the time
Who makes our plants
Grow who is our mother
When we are in nature.