The thrush sings a melody – a symphony of sound
The blackbird sings so beautifully just longing to be heard
The bees are in harmony – dew is on the ground
The jackdaw squabbles and chatters like no other bird
It’s nearly June, the sun is up and nature greets the dawn
A prelude to the day…
A silent slowworm in the grass, gleaming
A dragonfly with golden wings, shimmering
Swallows and swifts swooping, flying high
Over a breeze filled garden of light and shade.
At sundown the concert begins again
With singing birds
Pure notes cascading in the twilight hour
Of the finale.
One more phrase, and then
Calm, still, peace, quiet… not a sound.
