Woodland Grove
Glistening green leaves whisper into the wind
long after the crashing rainfall hits
the sweet, sappy bark of the maple tree.
Mother Nature chirps her aria
as the chubby chipmunks search
for newly fallen acorns, their tiny feet,
scattering across the earthy ground.
A flash of red grins at the crisp
baby blue sky, offering a steady beat
of its beak tapping into the spongy wood.
The young fawn follows it’s mother
as her white dotted spots on her soft fur
lead her child to the rustling cold dancing
water in the river dotted with
grey, upright jagged stones.
And as the magenta sky
begins to say goodbye to the citrus sun,
the life of the woods,
murmurs a lullaby to the day.
-Ejin J.
Poetry
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