I watched a tropical dawning sun
From a green woodland patch with
Speckles of flowering border weeds.
Nearby a grassy knoll where I sat
Flowed a shallow river
Home to small creatures_____ preys and feeders.
Every drop of leaf-clinging dew
Glittered in the early morning sun in silvery hue.
Inviting everyone to come out and be in awe
Myriads of robust cheerful dragonflies
Briskly darting, with wings a – rasping
Hovered over here
Hovered over there
Then in lightning- flash
Devoured some unwary flies.
Chirping birds overhead passing
with their crumbs or droppings.
Dragonflies laying their eggs unto the water.
Butterflies went a-coupling in the air.
Others were sipping nectar sweet
As from flower to flower they flit.
The place was with critters in number high
Of varied sizes and shapes.
They crawled over mossy stones
Or creeped inside rotting logs
Or jumped and slid into the bog.
Picking food of their own delight.
Thus for some moments this spot of nature was alive
Of clickers , chirpers and buzzers, of squirmers and crunchers.
Of drones, hums and splashes, of rasps and crashes.
So full of chaotic sounds
That echo anyone’s struggles for survival and joy
To which everyone is bound.
The sun rose higher and higher above the horizon
It’s benign morning warmth changed into fierce flow of noonday heat.
It signals to one and all to cease the fun
and let all tasks be done.
And off each should go to where they find peace, comfort and rest.
Thus descends the languorous still sound of silence. Z z z z z z…
Submitted by: Lourdes Alvez. 24/03/2019
English 102- Prof. Michael Griffit