Poem: Nature's Gifts

I walked under an ancient
Forest of tall red cedars
Blotting out the sky

At low tide the ocean receded
Leaving an immense surface of sand
A playground for young and old alike

The panorama of nature’s greatness
Overwhelms the creativity of the imagination to
Yearn for one’s own familiar scene

The warm morning sun turns moisture
Into tumbling white clouds moving inland
Erasing from view the vastness of the earth

To focus on a colourful butterfly
Busy on a vase of flowers
On the patio breakfast table.

Hazel Ross

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