In the dewy spring meadow
I watch the dawn’s
first rays
Beginning to evaporate
the mist
In the majesty of the
spring days
In the dewy spring meadow
I watch the dawn’s
first rays
Beginning to evaporate
the mist
In the majesty of the
spring days
In a river, barely worthy of the name,
Where the gentle water
trickles back
Towards a greater
watery world,
Lives the humble
little stickleback
In a country lane
Where the noise of a highway
Is thought too
fanciful
A wagon carries bales
of hay
As the farmer heads
home
At the end of the day
Beneath the grey skies
In the crisp morning
air
An overconfident fox
Chases after a march
Hare
An Oak, tall as a cathedral spire
Cast a mighty shadow
As the setting of the
sun
Turns the western sky
to fire
Above the horizon
The beauty of a
sunrise,
Slowly emerges and
Illuminates the sky
And as it spreads into the morn
It burns red on the calm water
As a cool pleasant breeze
Drifts gently across
the bay
The narwhale lived year-round
In the Arctic waters
around
Greenland, Canada, and
Russia
Along with its cousin
the Beluga
The narwhale males
fished
The waters, and are distinguished
With its long straight
helical horn
Like a predatory arctic
unicorn
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...