Fog blankets the desolate earth
With motionless, invisible arms
Concealing any imperfections
Of Nature's poised beauty and charm
A vapor mist of moisture
Dampens foliage with care
Gentle as the sweetest kiss
On tender lips, so fair
A necessity of plantations growth
Sipping wetness of various form
Absorbing like a starving sponge
During the calm before the storm
A miracle of unspoken prayer
From crying clouds, does fall
Saturating dirt and root
Soaked, satisfied, Nature's call
Wendy Bureau
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/call-of-nature/
