Inheriting Nature (A triple collaboration)

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Hello guys. I linked up with Aishwarya of Kittysverses to write a bit about man’s relationship with nature. I love her poetry and we’ve come to be friends through WordPress. Writing alongside her happens naturally for me so I really enjoy it, I hope you do too.

I’m also using photos taken by Amy of herlady pinkrose so this in a way is a 3way collaboration. Amy’s photography is divine, you gotta check it out. I’ll drop a link at the bottom

Well here goes:
Kitty did the normal italics,
I did the bold italics,
Amy’s photography


Inheriting Nature

AmyRose photography

Preps its foliage,
Tree calls its avian friends
Home sweet home again
A twig or two in their beaks
fresh berries to munch on

Melodious song birds
Tweetering in the air and chirping in the greens
As the wind whistles through the spectrum of leaves
Your home a musical…

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