Nature's gift

The sound of leaves swaying and birds swooping.

A gentle breeze pushing them along,

Their soft melody creates a song.

Trees loom above, here in the place I've always loved.

Autumn leaves are falling down, as winter will soon plough through.

Ants rush home, as ferns swish and roam.

Now winter is here, the tree's bark protects its fears.

Clouds hang over the forest, all the animals are fast asleep, they sleep peacefully and honestly.

Snow creates a cold blanket over our burrows, when we wake, our brows won't furrow.

The wilderness is awake, young cubs and pups play till they ache.

As flowers grow, our streams flow.

Bees pollinate, although hayfever dominates.

After all these seasons, this is home.