Natures Sweet Lullaby.

Early morning, frosting dew;
Embroidering each strand of grass,
Glistening with purity, glistening with faith;
The suns rays shining with so much class.

Perfect rose pedals, opening their eyes;
Rain drop decorated pedals and stems,
Crimson red, silently screaming of love;
It's not a matter of how it grows; it's a matter of when.

The air alive with the aroma of spruce and pine;
Trees standing their ground, tall and proud,
Tree branches swaying in the wind;
Quietly whispering, never loud.

The water down at the creek, gently rippling to a stream;
The beavers swimming and building, creating their home,
Flowing down the waterfall, the water crashes into the rocks at the bottom;
Making a rhythmtic cascade of foam.

The clouds form overhead, the thunder a crashing boom;
And the rain comes trickling down in a gentle sigh,
The chickadees continue to chirp, sun or not;
And we all breathe in the haven of natures sweet lullaby.

© Jenna Elphick
June 6, 2006