A mothers calling.

Evolution or destruction

The crimson tint of sunlight Quivers upon the golden corn
As barn owl flows the air now cold leads silently to dawn
Breaking shards of sunlight glitter soft on dewy grass
fawns soft feeling comfort gamboling in the pass.

Nature has a way to share her beauty through the day
Is often that I find myself in dreams so far away
The lilt of birdsong softly chimes the coming of the dawn
whilst bitter shrills of the badger give warning to the fawn.

Hues of green vast fading in the memory as the past
Shall always be remembered treat each joy as if the last
Hallowed walls of fir trees glide as one confining gate
leading to temptation whilst the guardians sit and wait.

Evening song or morning call shall each their own empower
Tis only just deserts of men lead to the final hour
Nature seen by many as a blessing not a curse
While none believing cynics, say let us do our worst.

We all should treat the planet as we would our very own kin
After all in all this nature there is a mother within...

Reviews

[Ruth]

I think this is stunning! A magnificent look into the heartbeat of the earth! WOW! xx