NATURE WATCHING
On top of this craggy hill;
The wind whispers through the pines;
Gently telling secrets of where it's been;
Under clouds, where the sun tries to shine;
A hawk glides in the gentle current;
Searching for his prey to dine;
Resting in the air, as he soars along;
Just waiting and biding his time.
The sun tries to peek through the clouds;
To see this panoramic show;
But the clouds soon pull together;
Hiding the mystery of secrets below.
By: Sheila Weaver
AKA: PEACEFULLY
The wind whispers through the pines;
Gently telling secrets of where it's been;
Under clouds, where the sun tries to shine;
A hawk glides in the gentle current;
Searching for his prey to dine;
Resting in the air, as he soars along;
Just waiting and biding his time.
The sun tries to peek through the clouds;
To see this panoramic show;
But the clouds soon pull together;
Hiding the mystery of secrets below.
By: Sheila Weaver
AKA: PEACEFULLY
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