Nature Around Us

Soft feathery,

emerald fringe.

Swaying in the breeze,

Vibrant leaves. Rustling.

Crunch of pine needle’s underfoot,

disguise a well known

and worn path,

through to the rivers edge.

The water gently lapping

  against the unusual rocks,

worn smooth with age

and the soft caress of the water.

The stones line the beloved shore,

holding back the sands of time

from further eroding

and sliding into the green

only to be lost forever.

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This poem perfectly describes my dream place. What a cool poem!