Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze,
branches sway atop tall lofty trees.
Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling
wondering what freshness the new day will bring.
Hopping about on long leafy arms,
fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms.
Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies
in the grand performance of natures sweet harmony.
Bushy tailed squirrels running wild and free,
clinging to the wrinkled flesh of ancient trees.
Hole, nook and cranny in the bountiful bark
filled with nuts for the winter, so cold and stark.
A bashful Barn Owl hoots out in surprise
at undergrowth disturbed beneath watchful eyes.
Hidden horrors as predator and prey
fulfil the will of natures hard ways.
The staccato hammering of beak upon bark
as a woodpecker keeps time in the woodlands heart.
Adding to the rhythm of this wonder-filled scene
in a solo performance on a stage seldom seen.
The woodlands are alive with wing and wonder
as the crowning canopy sighs and ponders
upon days long past in the annals of time,
with a mournful groan and a gentle sigh.
Written by Darren Scanlon, 22nd May 2015.
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