A Day in Nature


A slow western breeze blows wayward alone



unlike the birds in v-shaped patterns



strewn hollow logs sound off in sad moans



while upwards you can see mercury turn



 



Winds whistle through setting elicit tones



in the sky you can see a lonesome tern



seventeen ants march by as we have shown



fireflies become mad crazy lanterns



 



The rain plays a drumroll on the path stones



old leaves from the trees fall down in tatters



crooked branches, a storm's weathered bones



when lightning strikes a tree falls down in turn



 



After the long winter the bears will groan



and rushing rivers chase down those pine cones

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