The Beauties of our World
By Alba V D M
Published 30 September 2022
When dawn arrives, the forest awakens
Frost coats the leaves, biting the tips of grass
Dew rests in webs like diamonds against midnight black skies
Winds whip the strong, dark and rough bark off trees
Roots dig deep into the brown rich earth
Birds take shelter in the safe hollows of trees
My eyes feast on the textures of the forest
Animals scuttle in the undergrowth
While flowers bloom a rainbow of colour
In the afternoon light, birds dance in the open
A soft breeze rustles the twirly leaves of a fern
When the sun comes to rest the moon rises
And the hoots of an owl, mark the start of the night
Flowers wilt like broken twigs, awaiting the morning sun
Foxes wake and sniff the nighttime smells
Juices drip down branches, leftover from the bats
The moon is a spotlight, shining on nature
I hear flapping overhead, the crunching of animals eating
While raindrops patter on a green leaf
The true beauties of our world