Nature's Symphony

Spring comes

But once a year,

Sit still and be quiet

And listen my dear.

Artistically carving

The woodpeckers are tapping,

Searching for mouthwatering nibbles

From the young sapling.

Birds are singing

The sweetest lullaby,

While doves are cooing

On the ground and trees so high.

Squirrels are playing

Scrambling up and down the trees,

Hiding their treasured acorns

Beneath a select pile of leaves.

Clouds are floating

Silently by,

One by one

Against the bluest of blue skies.

There,

Just beyond the bush,

Mr. and Mrs. Rabbit

Dine on the green, ever so lush.

Fragrant bushes

Headily fills the air,

And bees are drinking

From their sweet nectar.

Evening shade falls

Quiet is the land,

When the morning comes

Nature's symphony will play it all over again.

by Alexia Stevens, C 2025 all rights reserved.

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