Treasure your treasures

Open landscapes whisper

Fauna running free

Trees sway with the wild winds

Birds soaring be

 

Salmon jump upstream

Young grilse no more

Mighty as the oak tree

Of natures cellar door

 

Cherish the horizon

We look to each day

Feel passion in your heart

The suns golden rays

 

Mother groans beneath us

In her growing plight

Fragile balance splinters

Rationale takes flight

 

Seek the duty within us

Treasure gifts abound

Be thoughtful to nature

Before there is no sound.

Author's Note

A muse on the way we view the planet

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

Sometimes you find a write that should be illustrated. This one in watercolours.

[TrimarcoRansome]

Thank you Ken, I get images in my mind when I write, it makes it easier to describe.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you help us to appreciate all these things with your wonderful imagery.


jacob

[TrimarcoRansome]

Jacob, thank you for stopping by. I haven't been around much lately concentrating on my business and novels. Lovely to see you here
Helen

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nice to see you back...

jacob