The wind moves through the trees
Red Cardinal flying by...leaves falling softly on
freshly fallen snow.....sunbeams pierce the
overhead
sky
I am Nature...we are Nature, seeing Nature......
the wind is Me moving past the trees
Red Cardinal flies in my soul, words like
leaves falling on freshly fallen snow touch my
bearded face
I am the Sun, piercing the writer's block
of
my soul....I am Nature, seeing Nature in
me
Into The Perfuming Clover Fields...
Vickie
mind pleases me, and makes
me want to fly with the
Red Cardinal and You..
Lady Vivian