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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