Connecting Bridges

Connecting  Bridges

Mothers Nature

The whistling birds in the trees.
The rushing of the stream.
The beauty of a sun filled sky.
This, is mother nature.

The roaring of the metal trucks.
The exhaust of engines,
The greasy smoke filled air.
This is wrong, human nature.

The children playing joyfully,
The picnic in the woods.
The sight of a kite in a blue sky.
This is “mothers” intention for nature.

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