Many things beautiful and pure
Could have only been done
By the Creator
As we tour
Seeing his creation
Like looking at a brochure
Nature can be so sure
Displaying his allure
Don’t allow your mind to obscure
Or detour
True appreciation of his work
Many going berserk
Instead of being mature
Thinking your some type of cure
Or the answer
When you like a child
Have to be cleaned up afterwards
And acting like
You’re not one of his also
Get your ducks in a row
Open your eyes
To his words and literature
Nature is his creation
And such an overture
Has even allowed it to cure
And heal itself in ways
We will never understand
Something not possible ever by man
Deemed always pure
Embrace him and the natural allure
Leaving behind his signature


Where writing comes alive

Writings By MCM

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