Nature in My Eyes
A gentle breeze begins to flow,Little raindrops showering soft;A cloudy sky giggles low,Leaves of trees dripping zephyrs aloft. The mountains enjoy the little rainWith gentle breeze and misty crest;Birds, peace, and quiet serenity,All whisper to the woodland trees. What if all this disappears?Global warming at its dreadful peak:Scorching heat beating upon the street,Glow, flow, or … Read more