Nature Chronicles

The Land of the Trees

High in the sky,

with the birds and the bees,

among branches and bark,

in the land of the trees.

In the land of the trees,

there is moss and there are leaves,

there are whispers and rustles,

a world without cease.

After rain there is mud,

and scents of sodden Earth,

musty and strong,

leaving new life in its berth.

In the night there are stars.

Bright against a black pitch sky,

they flicker and fade,

not till first light do they die.

At dawn the mist falls,

the world wakes once more,

creatures start to stir,

the day knocks at Earth’s door. 

The Dawn of a New Day

As the dawn breaks a new day,

the night’s grip is swept away.

The world wakes

its people stir,

winds whirls

and its skies renew.

The nights reign is finally through.

The sun is high,

shining bright,

bringing forth a new day’s light.