Life Is a Heartbeat

A flock of birds flying in freedom, with squirrels living in a tree,they call home, The winds drumming in unison, running around together, The flow of the rivers nearby, The leaves racing each other to the grounds, The beaming of the glorious sun, The chatter of woodpeckers building a home, The sunflowers dancing to the glory of the sun, The flutter of the colourful wings of beauties called butterflies, The calmness the path to the woods emits,ah peaceful, The soundless marching of the soldier ants, The teasing sounds of man's invention, The rhythmic visit of the glorious sun,him quite handsome, The low-key chirping of crickets at night,so wonderful creatures, The loud cry of the faraway night owl,'hoot' 'hoot', The shining beauty of the fireflies,so gracefully, The twinkling songs of the gems spread across the dark sky, The songs of the bullfrogs in the creeks,'rebeet' 'rebeet', The glades of the Moon like waves flowing to the earth,I do so relish her gift, The march pass of the clouds with the command of the winds,what a mysterious pair, The songs of the morning birds,the crow of the cocks,a signal to him arrival,oh glorious sun, The oranges,reds and pinks the morning sky reflects,like a palette of colours,what an art, The sounds and laughter of another day,oh life, Ah the blessings of mother nature,alive, Life is a heartbeat.