Creation Looks On

Walking werewithal into a forest

Hearing the calls of birds and gurgling streams

Without a care in the world,

Or so it seems

 

Sun on my face as the trees rise before me

Joy in my heart as the duck quacks loudly

A place where I am free to explore

A place where I can be out of doors

 

It is nature I celebrate

A place where I draw inspiration

To create

To dream

A place of reflection

 

A place of natural beauty,

Ours to care for and rejoice.

To boost our creativity

and we can listen to its voice.

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