Natural Scenes

Raining. Ants run to there empires fulfilled Stones. Lizards into round holes eventually Chicks covered with maternal quills Warm away the chilly zone of the great bird of prey Just as the Catfishes praise their water source for its abundance Against the long beaky birds Young brilliant Bob holds with gratitude His lasting saviour who before then has punished The now submissive dumb bullies This annum, grains shall be the name of this Field, thought the young old farmer as he laughed at his fallow field. Grasses move rhythmically to the tune of the gentle breeze In locustal relieve. Above them stood the trees, Relieved from the frightening chain saw pollution, Breaking and gyrating with the whirlwind and also Being thankful, through its flowers, to The sojourning agents who have come to help, breed and sing The parasites live well at last in their unwelcome hosts The anticlockwise mass looks hopeful Believes that the application of destructive weapons By the Sapiens, who have injured its much-adored body Would stop and that their inter conflicts will be long gone. That it’s involuntary coughs and sneezes will die down Is one of its believes The greatest light shines in conformity with The Earth and the Moon as it aids the sky In the recycle the. willful sky covers the Earth willing To give water when the time comes. The wind's hot and cold breathe Still moves around giving life to all hoping That its anger comes not at all. Without much of it they fall down, Pleasing the long waiting plants with it wets stains And freezing the plains of the north and south.