All That Has Been

All That Has Been short poem

Wake up look around, what do you see
A door to a world that you have a key

See the wonders of nature, wildlife and the land
Through the tide, oceans and the serene sand

Marvel at the birds, animals and streams
Escape in the clouds to a landscape of dreams

As the waterfalls melt in a misty dawn
Jumping in the sky, life’s new born

Live for now, with all you have seen
Cherish the beauty of all that has been

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Nick Fletcher

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Once again @Nick_Fletcher your verse is entrancing for its mellifluous rhythm..absolutely enjoyable reading this!

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