Crisp, cold breeze
carries rustling leaves,
constant churning
babbling river,
chirping birds singing
sweet melodies.
Between blades
of grass
charming crickets
singing harmony.
Butterflies, dragonflies,
and buzzing flies
dance to the
Chorus of Nature.
Writing with Amira 
The simplicity of the lines of your poem fill me with happiness.
I recognize another nature lover.
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What a light and lovely prose! You have serious talent Amira!
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