The day breaks cold and clear
Nature is filled with sounds and strife
A raptor soars high above
Searching for his pray
In the fields a small deer
Warmed by his mother, stirs to life
Moving through tall grass
Seeks only to play
A mouse scurries in fear
The day offers no comfort
To its nest,
At last to rest
Nature offers freedom
We each have a place
All contribute
in the circle of life
As you can tell I am no poet, but I think from time to time it is good to play with words.
Indeed it is good to play with words. Fun too!
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