CAMELOT FANTASIES

HIDDEN GROWTH

Mother nature, has come to see.
Those In her Forrest, that lives reverently.
Hidden, within it's realm.
Standing so tall, are the elms.
As the Forrest, has just begun.
Snapdragons with butterflies to find.

I love this poem. Thank you very much for sharing.
Pacifying us, with showers in mind.
Mays designs, visions ov color Ov luvs' time.
Thru growth, that we conceive.
Strength in which, we receive. (Attachment Link)