Nature’s Music


The trees, how they move;
with the breeze they do sway.
Hear the soft rustle
of leaves as they play
to the tune of the wind
that sings sweetly this day.

The limbs are adorned
with much Spanish moss.
It dangles from branches
artfully tossed.
The light of the sun
setting in the West
glows through each patch
showing it at its best.

I sit on a bench
not too far away
admiring the view
at the end of the day.
Peace and tranquility
are easily found
lulled by nature's music
that cannot be bound.

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