This is a poem that I wrote while driving on Lincoln Drive. I hope you like it, and would love to hear what you think...
Willows weep the tears of the world,
Along a winding avenue of fire.
Diamonds sparkle on the river,
Passing glades glow with golden light.
Huge gray-stone arches span the drive,
A tree with leaves like chocolate.
Can we make time for nature?
Can we make time for God?
Glowing trees and fiery reflections
Water rushing form the hillside,
Trees like burning brands,
Bushes green, but touched with crimson,
Stone arches skip across the river.
A gushing river, a crashing waterfall.
Can we make time for nature?
Can we make time for God?
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