Few leaves left,
Clinging to branches,
They are all brown and brittle,
All dead, nothing green,
Away went the beauty of my backyard scene…
Surely next spring the leaves will return,
So many greens; our lives could from them learn,
Die before winter & the trees go into hibernation,
Nature teaching man that in life there is not any real cessation…
A kool write Ed love the woods in winter one can hear more without the leaves obstructing the flow of Sound I feel safer in the winter woods then in summer
Peace brother
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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Deborah
Peace brother
William
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Jane