Nature ;) Myra Pacheco

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When I see birches bend to left and right ,across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them. Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning, after a rain. They click upon themselves
as the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured.

I saw this poem the other day, well a part of it, isn't the whole poem,and I wanted to share it, I think our nature is the most gorgeous thing ever God could gave us, and we should conserve it more, because we have it only once and it’s beautiful, so we better start to take care of it.