Birds song fills the air when light is bright.
Frogs thrum loudly when shadows fall.
Through it all the river runs, within its predetermined course.
Lizards feint and flee the field, when sun’s warmth prompts their moves in day.
Nightfall brings the buzz of beetles as they flirt with beacons in the dark.
All these creatures each have rhythm. The dance of life within their frame.
Flowing – always seeking substance. Function filling destiny’s aim.
A world in green is filled with beauty.
Shadowed by a sky so blue.
When the colours shift within it, life displays it’s brilliance born
as the tarnish of destruction steals away some vibrant hue.
In the process of survival, loss bursts forth as stains that roam.
Yet in the midst of struggles failure, something rich still lifts its head.
New growth blossoms, hope emerges, even when the colour’s all are bled.
Death and life seem all entangled, collisions forming in a maze.
Still the grace that calls me upward, kisses barrenness once again.
Process always is unfolding, change is part of this grand play.
Delicacy – it seems so fragile, so at risk of harshness’s roar.
Yet in moments of reflection, I glimpse transformation’s glory.
As this journey is unfolding, life delights to sing its song.
As I learn to dance within it, my destiny’s throne.
Author – Bill Tidsbury