Nature Poetry

Forest Life

The sky fills with light

As the sun starts to set.

Gathering clouds

Are threatening wet.

The sun dips down,

Behind the mountains tall.

Night comes on,

Darkness and all.

With the sun gone,

The stars shine about.

The beginning of night,

And the moon comes out.

The sounds of night,

The fragrant smells.

The pictures they make,

And the stories they tell.

The dew on the grass,

The bird that takes flight,

And the flower that opens

Make the picture of night.

The dripping rain,

As it falls from the sky.

It runs through the forest

From up on high.

The stars in the sky,

The moon shining bright.

The soft gentle breeze,

The stillness of night.

Smell the clean air

Of flower and tree.

Open your heart,

And let it fly free.

Open your eyes,

To the beautiful wonders.

Open your ears

To the rolling of thunders.

Listen to the story

The forest has to say.

Listen very closely,

And you'll be bound to stay.

The chirp of a cricket,

The wildcat's scream.

The hoot of an owl,

The gurgling stream.

The creaking of wood,

The still, cool breeze.

The rustle of branches,

And the swishing of trees.

The sounds of night

Slowly fade on,

As the sun starts to rise,

Bringing forth the dawn.

The sun is rising,

Shedding its light.

Chasing away,

All the darkness of night.

Beautiful colors

Fill the sky,

Warming the earth,

Day is nigh.

A shimmering lake

Reflects the rays.

Glistening clear

On bright, sunny days.

The darkened forest,

Beyond the sandy shore,

Lies shrouded in the mystery

Of legend and lore.

Tall, majestic mountains rise

Behind a screen of pines,

Watching over everything,

Creating a wondrous skyline.

Back by the lake,

Ripples are made

By a loon swimming by,

Slowly, they fade.

Down by the shore

The deer come to drink.

In the long shadows

The fox likes to slink.

Playful otters

Slip down a muddy slide,

Swimming in the weeds

And trying to hide.

The sky fills with fire

As the sun starts to set.

Light burns fiercely

Where earth and sky have met.

The sun drops down

Behind the mountains blue.

The day is gone

Like an arrow it flew.

Gone for now,

The day is o'er.

The sun is setting,

And night comes once more.

But the sun will come again,

And rise another time,

Chasing out the darkness,

And filling Earth with sunshine.