Beauty Poem

the beauty of the wild, you mostly see green.
you barely see a berry, a grape or a cherry.
please look for animals on your track.
you are sure to find some scat in a pack.
you may have a sunset but before that march alongside the blooming flowers and
stop to see the looming mountains.
watch the blue sky fade to darkness and city light show off  its beautiful gleam.
let the crickets make their wonderful sound.
let all things take over all parts.
close then open your eyes... then see the light coming in like lamps through
the yellow, green and dead leafed trees.
smell the fresh spring, summer or fall air.




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Overlook Poem

This trail starts within a lot of beauty.
There are not many views to see.
You can view most of the town, but not many houses.
This trail every month or two, it changes, until a whole year has passed it changes the most.
Hear the birds tweet, the wind whistle, the squirrels chat and the great sound of boats leaving.
Let the wild take over your mind and thoughts, eyes and brain.
I welcome all to overlook trail.