it's early december
but my morning walk
brought thoughts of may
the chorus of birdsong
and the warm moist air
caused me pause
inhale the moment
twas there
in the quiet of the cornfield
that grace o'er shadowed
me
"Nature is man's teacher. She unfolds her treasures to his search, unseals his eye, illumines his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence breathes from all the sights and sounds of her existence."
~Alfred Billings Street
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