On the horizon where the earth meets the sky, <br />the game birds cry. <br />The winds that blow the clouds that go passing by, <br />sing and sigh. <br /> <br />The trees, hills, valleys, streams and rivers nearby, <br />seem to testify. <br />That gifts of nature laid out so skilfully, for us to spy, <br />make our eyes amplify. <br /> <br />And no one viewing the scene can therefore deny, <br />this is impressive stimuli.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impressive-stimuli/
