Mother Nature’s Glory

I am that gentle summer breeze that flutters thru the trees that changes into a ten force gale in a wildness of displease

I succomb to neither sadness nor moments of meloncholy as my rippples run thru rivers with no foolishness or folly

My river ran racey rapids down the highest hills..cutting like sharpened blades through rugged ravines with chills.. changing from a frenzy to a calm dilly-dally as I trickle endlessly on and on betwixt a valley

My journey to the salty sea has been a wholesome, hearty task but let me run forevermore is all that I ask.. 

I have succomed to expression narrating my natural’s story for I am that life of uniqueness and only a part of Mother Nature’s Glory