Mother Nature shook her head
as the four winds squabbled over the flowers below
the last of the Summer’s apples had fallen – and
the north and the south wanted to play ball with them
the west and the east wanted to stack them up
in a spot by the local scarecrow
caught up in all this – the poor old conker trees
who bent and swayed as the winds traded blows
after the bickering – they looked down below
and the conkers on the floor had started to show
so, the four winds calmed down – and played nice for a while
and Mother Nature looked on – and began to smile
The Inkwell 
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