Mother Nature

Where do you go when you want to be alone?

There are a thousand places in the world i call home. 

Some I have only been to in my mind.

Others are high rocks reached after a climb.

Many of them are set next to water.

Or in the winds in which I sought her. 

Isn't nature really neat?

So let your hair down and dip your feet.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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