Harmony

Twilight mist drizzles dewdrop kisses upon clay—
forlorn creaking of tattered limbs thirst new life,
frosted green blades beneath oak’s canopy lay

dormant...

Night prowlers fall victim to ravenous birds of prey—
hollowed trees echo crickets’ combative chirps,
frosted green blades beneath oak’s canopy lay

dormant...

Croaks repulse serpents while in shadows they stay—
forelimbs swoop on wind’s wings marking echoes,
frosted green blades beneath oak’s canopy lay

dormant...

Sunlight's affection kisses dawning eyes with warming rays—
songsters twitter a melodious symphony, arousing dance,
spirited green blades beneath oak’s canopy begin to play.

Harmony—nature's fury, nature's dance—begins and ends with a kiss.

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