Gazing through shade to sunlit green
I see sycamore's golden-glint shades
lose a few leaves in fate's wind-bated
spin to begin disintegration, weaving
anew destiny's shape-changing azure.
Protective twigs hide young nestlings
until predator visit with frightful haste
when silence breaks in deathly unrest
as hawk struggles with live chick-food
and I have to watch indifferent nature.
Riddled with questions as each day
repeats happenings forecast to end
breath that hatched fed and rooted
a next tomorrow will crumble away
produces, in me saddened scruples.
- Author: Fay Slimm. ( Offline)
- Published: May 11th, 2023 03:29
- Category: Unclassified
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