Beauty

by Samantha lynn   Nov 10, 2004


Ocean waves
beat the shore
an eagle cries
and cross mountains soars.
The sun slowly rises
above the grassy plains
thunder crashes suddenly
as in forests it starts to rain.
A lion roars
a parrot calls
a python slithers by
and on the Caribbean coast
we toast the coming dusk
as God's beautiful creation catches our eyes.

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