Nature's Grandeur
Imagine we trek,
To nature recede,
Trail wending and worn
Where pines scrape blue sky
And mankind’s unheard,
A river ahead,
Its turbulence roaring
Through forest’s calm shade
Cast by sun beaming down
And twinkling and glinting
Off water, pristine,
That roils and jumps
Off time-rounded rocks;
Oh! Nature’s grandeur
When we shed our garb
To frolic and splash
In backwash, ice-cold,
Then repose on the bank
To bask in bright sun
And returned, thus, to nature
In my arms you’ll find peace.
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