Your Poetry Dot Com - The Beauty of Nature

As I crested the knoll of the hill,
I looked down upon a valley,
plush and rich in all colors of,
rainbow hue

Trees twisted are nestled among,
trunks straight and true,
give ancient clues,
to violent upheaval,
from sometime past
now serene and at peace,
with nature

Grasses displaying varying degree of deep green,
with wide blades of variable length and breadth,
are accented by variegated ferns and vines,
draped majestically around trunks,
threading through tree branches,
pale in comparison,
to the explosion of color,
extending to the horizon,
a carpet of wild flower producing,
visual overload,
and sensory stimulation of aromas,
indescribable, imprinted deep within the mind,
to be fondly reminisced another day

Doe with spotted yearling,
feast on this delectable bounty,
while a stag, nearby, stands guard,rabbits contentedly rest,
among long stems,
supporting broad leaves,
to shade and comfort

In the distant,
a mountain peak,
reminds of the harshness,
that exists above the level of this valley,
to be subjected upon all who enter its,
realm of ice, snow, and extreme cold,
yet, in all its fierceness,
a trickle of life sustaining water ebbs,
from melting peak,
to meander through the valley,
satisfying all inhabitants,
large and small

A wolf and his mate,
stalk the outer reaches of the valley,
beautiful for all their size and strength,
fulfil their role in natures plan,
cause none sustained duress,
help maintain a balance,
beneficial to all in this valley of life

No footprint of man exists,
or will ever be found,
he may look upon this valley,
from this hill,
but cannot enter this realm,
this place enjoyed,
by only those who can see,
the beauty of nature,
as it was meant to be

Mac
September 2004

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