Nature's Keep

From the thick forest rich in hemlock, pine and oak, Rises aloft the loud clat of a stork; This suddenly disturbs from slumber or deep sleep Small creatures hiding within Nature’s keep. A clumsy ladybug is dancing on a stem Like ruby strung on Aura’s diadem. Fair butterflies and playful skylarks fly And bask in heat the rays of light supply. In such a paradise of vivid green, We are so transitory to be seen! We are the breath of wind touching the grass Whose vast dominion man cannot surpass. Let us then pause, stand still, never disturb The precious gift of life, indeed superb. May all embrace the message on this page, So that the woods may thrive in every age. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com