Nature
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Adena Burton, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2012
Behold a sanctuary that spring will never leave,
See fresh blankets of grass beneath the trees,
Listen to the song of the birds high in the treetops.
Love the pure water falling over the rocks.
Hear the insect’s come and go,
In the wild moonlit forest.
Blossoms bloom again in the garden of spring,
Every flower opens in harmony,
Superb fruits are ripening.
Earth beholds its beauty,
Velvet roses line the path to the soul of the sanctuary,
Feel the inner beauty that this garden holds.