Floating down the stones,
to crash onto river below,
where the fish swim…
Nature
A small bird flits by,
and lands on a branch,
unaware that below,
a predator prowls…
A late ray of sun,
a tired person sleeping sound…
A good story stays,
and a flapping butterfly…
Appreciated,
by birds, flowers, human bees…
Little raven,
hopping along the road,
I wonder what you think…
A bird in a tree,
and another in the bush…
There’s no place I’d rather be,
it’s where all my friends are…
First to melt away,
last to break when spring has sprung…
A swirl of snowflakes,
a branch swaying in the wind…
