September's Treasure Poem by Brett White

The raindrops follow me into sleep,
Mother Nature's lullabies from the Deep
Forest tonight. Her secrets she shall keep
Locked tight, mid-September's treasure.
And all of Nature sings with pleasure,
Infinite joy and beyond all measure.
If measure we must, these moments thus,
The power of wind, as she gusts;
Or an infant to a mother she fully trusts.
We're locked inside treasured moments forever,
So enjoy life, because it's now or never...