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Hear My Cry
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Nature Poems A voice as swift as the wind
A glare that burns like fire
Silver shadows upon the ground
Sable eyed desire
The hunter is now hunted
I dream his mournful cry
The water seems to whisper
That nightfall has grown nigh
Drifters under moonlight
He climbs the cliff with pride
A lonely eerie song
With his brothers by his side
He hangs his head in silence
Surveying the stillness of the land
Endless woods now find boundries
Raped by human hands
7/1/02
To view the world through the eyes of another shows amazing insight.
I see the gentle deer watching, waiting for the enemy to come or the bear or any other forest creature that always must keep one eye on the enemy.
Well said. Well done.
Amy
Gentle is the night♥