Topic: Song of Nature.
Song of Nature. By Phill Williams.
Sunset ends a lovely day, I look out at the moon.
Rising softly, golden; in state.
Casting shadows, dancing in the meadow.
The breeze, still warm, kisses my window.
A silver halo on wispy high clouds.
An owl cries out in solemn judgement.
Distant headlights, soundless, break the spell.
Nocturnal creatures now rule the dell.
Near, the brook, cascading gently.
Water-worn stones; a wall of sound.
I know this place...you'd know it too.
We've all passed here sometime, it's night-time now.
Night-time creatures; stealthy by nature.
Stalking the brambles for a meal.
Smaller creatures, foraging earth-worms.
In the dark their doom they meet.
Midnight nears, the hour of witches.
A lunar highway, race for dawn.
In the country, it's never silent.
Yet every creature is on it's guard.
The early hours slowly passing.
Brings a welcome chill to the air.
On my arms the hair is rising.
While a mother rabbit cries in despair.
A vixen, so jubilant with her victim.
Her cubs will eat tonight, and then.
Rabbits, rats, mice and slow worms.
And from the farm yard, a big fat hen.
In the east, the dark is fading.
Becoming lighter, day will break.
The sun will rise, the moon is waning.
Only Venus twinkles late.
The magic of the silent night time.
Shattered as the world awakes.
And where the lonesome car was passing.
Nose to tail.
Exhaust and tempers
Horns and radio's, despair invades.
And so the night and natures creatures.
Are more welcome than the day.
Return to night and natures balance.
The song of nature, pervades the air.
