The sounds of water mingles through
The memories of my mind.
Dancing ripples ‘cross the water run
To reach the otherside.

A tall stark tree all naked stands
It’s empty arms reach high
To salute the sky, the clouds the sun,
As an eagle goes soaring by.

The beauty of our harsh dear land
For all of us to see
Replenishes the mind to thoughts
Of deeper things for me.

So if you're down and feel the need
Just stop and sit awhile
Remember nature with all its gifts
Will help you raise a smile.

Alice Berry
1999 ©
All rights reserved.

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Creek on the Berry's farm.
photographer - Alice Berry.


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