The sun rises, its light repelling

The midnight terrors.

Sun's beam healing and restoring the weak forest,

Peaceful creatures now control the grove.

 

Tiny trees wave their skinny branches

As if being swarmed by groups of deadly bees.

Long grasses dance and sway through the strong wind

Like a festival of joy.

 

Miniscule ponds link through slender streams

Sharing fresh, golden water evenly.

Rain humidifies nature, soaking anything

Without a protector. 

 

Little critters scurry across the open meadow

Searching for shelter.

Birds soar to their nest while wombats, bilbies

Go into burrows.

 

Midnight sky dimly lit 

By the shining stars above.

Tired nature rests til sun's light scares

The terrors away.