VI.
Come this way
toward the sun and the creek
and the fresh woodsy air
where life is abundant
and time is kept only
by the colors in the sky.
VII.
Welome to our paradise
Enjoy the beautiful hues,
pinks, oranges, blues and purples
And while the sun sets upon you, remember
breathe deep, be kind, be gentle
this is our home.
VIII.
Thank you
for the oxygen you produce
the shelter you create
the shade you provide
the beauty you are.
IX.
Looking down I see up
in the reflection of nature's beauty
Masters of the preserve
rising up from the swampy floor
Towering over the creatures of the slough
giving them air and shade and protection
Guardians of the life around them
X.
Autumn has finally arrived
Red, orange, and gold
Only it's January
not September
Winter
not fall
Seasons in the tropics
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