The Exquisiteness Nature Show Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

As the birds fly past, in the morning breeze,
such freedom they have, to venture, where ever they please.

Trees are looking bare, as most leaves have fallen, to the ground,
as I look out my window, I can see a new season, coming to town.

The only thing left, in the tops of the trees,
are the nests, of the squirrels, with such a view, their eyes, can see.

Gray clouds, are blocking all of the suns rays,
as they gently pass, with their hypnotizing ways.

The white bark, of the canoe birch trees, is easily spotted,
with no leaves around, in the clearing, a gold color fox resting,
on the ground.

So many people, would just see a gloomy day,
never seeing, the, exquisiteness, nature shows, our way.



Tom Maxwell copyright 11/04/2004