Nature’s Picture

Natures Picture short poem

Uploaded by Mario Vitale

I saw her snow capped mountains,
Her fields of purest gold,
Her cup runs over,
All nature has no hold

I saw her mighty rivers,
Heard her oceans roar
Stood in awe and wonderment,
As if never seen before

Her splendid sun rays and moon glow,
Her skies of deepest blue;
The fluffy soft clouds,
And rainbows of every hue

I saw it all through the eyes of a traveler,
As an artist might paint so keen;
Then stood back and surveyed again,
God’s mightiest scene

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Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
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