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I follow the narrow beaten path
knowing not where it leads
the sound of quietness
is interrupted by the
soft shuffling of leaves
stirring by the whips of a
gentle breeze
glittering beams of sun light
simmer through the trees
the sound of little birds
chirp cheerfully
while occasional chipmunks
chatter at play
breaking the silence
with comical antics
ferns bend across the path
in delicate beauty
berry bushes tempt the pallets
of path walkers
the miracle of Nature
abounds all around
with the whispers of Angels
guiding the way.

This post was submitted by simonne liberty.

Category: Nature Poems
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