Survival In the Forest
Living a quite life is better than the bustling city life,
there's no rush to catch a coffee, a cab, a bus, or train;
all noises fade out: patches of blue show a flapping Kite...
that crosses the atmosphere without fog and boring rain!
Take long strolls, discover many wonders that unfold mysteries
as the eyes behold the beauty and revoke the drifting images
of people exploring the wilderness and being spellbound by it;
I follow the same path: spotting the Wood Trush building a nest!
Every tree has living life in it: a Veery resting on a long branch,
the Crow looking for a prey, the Quail laying eggs in her nest;
oh, the Cerulean Warbler with blue head and pretty wings attract:
he waits when all blooms, staring at brilliant skies in early March!
Birds of the forest have the longest life where smog doesn't exist
and their survival on rain, seeds, nuts and insects...even sunlight;
and without any of these there wouldn't be any sound after sunset;
look at these fowls of the wilderness and learn survival in the forest!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2023
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