On nature's trail.

A poem by Richard Taschner

You never know what`s round the corner
on nature`s trail
Catapillar, butterfly, or maybe a wren`s tail
darting in 'n' out of the bracken
it can happen on nature`s trail
Sun breaking through the trees
Spiders webs glisten with ease
All your senses come alive
Gods creation`s blossom and thrive
on nature`s trail
No buildings glass or concrete
Nature`s trail has rendered them obsolete
It`s how it was meant to be
Untouched magnificent and free.