Creatures Wild, of Fur and Feather
Wild and Beautiful
Forrest creatures so wild and free, I can't understand, for the life of me,
How they suddenly materialize, and then seem to vanish before my eyes.
Of fur and feather, their beauty lies, just in beholding them, all give sighs.
The straw and leaves on all the trees, helps in hiding what a visitor sees.
They climb and burrow, blending in, all seeking shelter, beyond the glen,
Some to take flight in their escapes, all beautiful creations, in their shapes.
Above the clouds, soaring high up in the sky, the wild birds, then swiftly fly.
Some may scamper across the ground, others leaping, and away, to bound.
All creatures so lovely and of nature's kind, bringing satisfaction, to our mind.
shadows fall within the glade, while tall trees are towering there, giving shade,
Soon my time here, over for the day, As I gather my nap sack, to be on my way.
In sharing my life, just to be a part, I will hold this treasure deep within my heart.
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ART OF THE WILD
Beauty Seen, Beauty Heard, we Behold
In our Vision and our Hearing,do Unfold.
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