Morning Walk- a poem

Photo by my best friend, Debbie ❤️

WHILE on my walk this early morn’

I felt the breeze come by.

It gently brushed upon my face,

Then made the bushes sigh.

THE tree leaves danced and waved about

And then I heard the sound.

The voice of nature at its best

With leaves whistling abound.

THEN shortly after, it had left,

With silence in its place~

I realized- that moment spent

Was nature and her grace.

Retm