Beauty Poem

The beauty of nature cannot be measured on any chart, nor the delight that it brings to the soul.

Nature's Wonders

© Kayla R. Elewitz

As the spring winds blow through my hair,
They bend down and kiss my skin so fair,
The water ripples beneath my toes,
And of this place no one knows,
This home inside my soul is none other than my heart,
This delight no one can measure on any chart,
The smell of rain fresh in the air,
Tickles my senses without a care,
All the plants are turning green and the trees are touching the sky,
I fell like I am lifting up like I can fly,
Nothing can bring me down from this heaven I have found,
Because, from the world, it has kept me safe and sound......

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