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Post by Brian on Jul 16, 2018 10:29:50 GMT -6
Nature has her ways Moving finger abates not, Ever changing world
Moisture rises up, Invisible flow rising White formations start
Clouds gather on high, Saturation exceeded Water returning
Softly flower blooms Petals open to the world, Revealed beauty
Droplets run banks, A river replenishes Renewal of life
Ancient sitting rock, Stone shaped by water's caress New sculpture takes form
Spring under mountains, Makes pure life giving fluid Cascading downwards
All manner of beast Seeks quenching of burning thirst, Sated they move on
Rising world hides sun, Pale face gazes sadly down Watcher in the night
Nocturnal hunters Stalk their prey in deep shadows, One mistake is last
Days change season's night Horizon shifts as world rolls, Nights change season's day
Left must equal right Hunter wins, or hunter loses Balance stays equal
New day shall come forth Always to begin anew, Nature has her ways
Brian Paul Sullivan © 2007
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jul 16, 2018 12:14:26 GMT -6
Beautifully written, Brian.
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Post by lostineternity99 on Jul 17, 2018 3:29:13 GMT -6
This is a natural winner, Brian
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jul 17, 2018 10:28:34 GMT -6
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Post by Brian on Jul 17, 2018 22:07:06 GMT -6
Beautifully written, Brian. Thank you Foxy.
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Post by Brian on Jul 17, 2018 22:09:09 GMT -6
This is a natural winner, Brian Thank you Rick.
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Post by Brian on Jul 17, 2018 22:09:47 GMT -6
I do too
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2018 3:43:03 GMT -6
Naturally Nice work
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