Not Alone.

I watch as trees still bleak,

beckon and draw me close.

Grey shimmers with a kiss of gold

that falls to emerald leaves.


A twitch of twigs now bend to bow,

pay homage to the life within

as squirrels in contortions dance

to sway the beetling bough.


Where pigeons, still as statues blend

towards the graining bark,

watch as dainty songbirds dart

upon a silent wing.


And as the day grows weary wise,

they sing for me their song

for nature shares her company.

And I am not alone.






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