Nature's Rest


	NATURE’S REST The landscape has changed since Mother Earth slowed her pace, Everywhere we look we see her autumn face. Now she loudly yawns and sleepily lays down her head, All snuggled and warm in her quiet winter bed. The annual need for sleep draws her eyelids closed, As so dull and lifeless the landscape is now posed. Soon we will be in winter dark and deep, With only the promise of spring our fragile spirits to keep. JRS © 11-29-99 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved