WHERE NATURE HOLDS COURT...

WHERE NATURE HOLDS COURT ...

Sometimes I  want
to close up shop,
To run away,
To make it stop..

Leave the sounds
of misery behind..
To hear the sound
of butterfly wings,
the gentle whispering
kind..

 I 'll breath in the freshest air,
I'll soak in the noon day sun..
They both unshackle
each care and woe, until
their work on me is done..

It's like a dream that
all came true..
I'm basking in its
wonder..
To walk where nature
holds its court..
 I want to stay
Forever...


Patsy McNutt Morgan
04/08/14
Revised 06/20/14