OUR NATURAL WORLD
By Josie Whitehead
Stealthily and quietly watch as the sun
Is gilding the earth when night is done;
As swift as the wind she breathes living gold
And with soft warming breath drives out the cold.
Tinged downy clouds float over the sky,
Wishing both moon and stars goodbye.
The sun’s warming rays touch the cold lake
And quietly and slowly the whole world wakes.
Tiny gold fingers brush pastures and trees
And awaken the birds on an affable breeze.
The owl flies home when the cockerel crows,
Whilst the sun blows her kisses on the dew of the rose.
The ducks on the lake are now taking to flight,
Whilst lambs in the fields all romp with delight.
On a branch of a tree the first blackbird sings – but
From next to a bedside, an alarm clock then rings.
We people now stretch out and open our eyes;
We pull back our curtains and look at the skies –
And soon it seems nothing is left of the hush
For we humans unite in our mad morning rush.
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