My Love for Nature...
The wind was still blowing the snow had stopped
When I grabbed the shovel for my nightly job
Dresses in three jackets boots mitten and hat
I did not care what hour chimed on the clock
The crisp air filled my lungs as I labored with love
While the night sky and stars glimmered above
A wonderful peace ascended my soul
While each shovel of snow helped reach my goal
I cleared a space while humming a tune
Remembering the words about the silvery moon
I filled all the birdfeeders with sunflower seeds
Knowing I had done for the day all my good deeds.
I love the songbirds and all my feathered friends
Taking their picture feeding with my camera lens
I could never live in a world without my feathered friends
So shoveling snow by moonlight for me is making amends.
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