In the early morning mist, the cricket frogs play
On milky white lily pads, practicing their ballet
The jewel wing damselfly, in a silken web just spun
Narrowly escapes the spider, spinning in the sun
The whip-poor-will watching, in nest above the pond
Watching the red bellied turtle, eating sun flys so fond
The swallowtail butterfly, dancing in the air
Fluttering to the music, of crickets everywhere
The fragrance of honeysuckle, intoxicating so sweet
While vines of English ivy, climbing trees so discreet
The weeping willows dance, lazily in the breeze
Another day in paradise, me and the ducks and bees
©SyberRose