In the Country

Honeysuckle blossoms

Beneath the willow trees

Bring sweet invitation to

The early morning breeze.

The hummingbird, the butterfly

Will soon be on the wing to

Gather nature’s nectar

With the nurturing it brings,

 

And I am naught but witness

As the miracles abound.

With silent awe as recompense 

I cling to every sound.

Alive with every color

My humble eyes can see

I wonder at the wonder of

My gentle company.

 

Nestled deep in darkened wood

The nightbird croons his song.

Though tempted by his sweetness

I dare not sing along.

It would be a sign of disrespect,

A loss of gentle grace.

So, I will nestle in repose

In country’s warm embrace.

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