NATURE AT PLAY
 

Somewhere there are ducks,
swimming in a lake,
a swan floats along with grace,
someone with a picture to take.

A hawk glides over trees,
in search of its meal,
a squirrel is out hunting,
nature at play, all so real.

People pretending to be,
what they are not,
trying to act cool,
when they are so hot.

Nature at play, for us all to see,
out in the open, as always,
no disguising, no hide, no pretend,
through the nights, through the days.

A flower smiles through the day,
the bee is busy, doing its thing,
birds are all around,
always having time to chirp and sing.

From books we can learn words,
more words from more books,
watching nature at play,
the sand, the mountains,
the streams and brooks,
the skies, the sea,
I know nature is me.
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
August 27, 2002