Sunny, lazy
Sometimes muddy
Full of weary trees
Tree stumps
And overlapping tree branches
The green and brown mix,
Part of the enclosures.
Quiet in the noon
In the heat of the day
And the hustle of survival
The streams are green with mold
And the pathways are sticky with mud
But the fun of it all is yet to come

In the dark…
When the clouds went asleep
Screeching, mooing, whining
Croaking, sighing, hissing
Calling, honking, awooing
Noises of the great wild
Wake in the grim quietness
Nothing is to be seen
Just feel the sound of it all.
With or without the moon light
The emotion of Natures wilds arouse
On the scenery that she sat on
On the lowly vales and rising hills
On the streams that flow with algae
And the clouds that watch over the wild