Frenzied, melodic tunes are playing, in the lime green forests,
In whistles, croaks and chirping, where jade growth is lawless,
And nature is humming and dancing, all over the azure world-
Then colors dance on even skies, where sunset lately swirled.
Stars and moon gaze all nighttime, at the never ending ballet,
With its sudden leaps and easy jumps, while the crickets play,
And when morning returns, they are doing the lively quickstep,
To magenta, dawn singing, and as always, there is no misstep.
These are poems about animals and nature...
The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.
......
The water is cold but her fur is warm,
A cozy blanket I nuzzle in with my sister and brother.
As we watch the fireflies begin to swarm,
Safe from danger, on the back of our mother.
The firefly's glow like thousands of stars,
......
Eagles soaring high, appreciating the beauty below from the sky like no one else can see, marveling at all of it's scenic tranquility.
Rolling hills, rippling lakes, the peak of autumn colors amongst the towering trees creates a sense of security. A cascading waterfall along a jagged cliff causes a serene mist as it descends into the smooth shoreline. Babbling brooks twist and turn winding up and down around the rolling ground. Morning wakes and sprinkles the foliage with dew to make it fresh. The woods are revived again to greet their guests.
( option. Line.. the trees spread their branches for their guest)
The sweet scent of freedom is in the air, the animals live here without a care. Hearing them talking in their own unique languages, that only they can understand, their special bond is far above the intelligence of man.
Owls screeching, wolves howling in synchronicity, patter of critter's paws, quips and squawks from hawks are heard throughout the land along the rustling of falling leaves. The soft flutter of birds wings, listen closely and hear the songs they sing,
Cubs in their dens, the morning sunlight awakens them. Hidden eyes observing from afar, watching their intriguing world wander around.
As the sun sets, the air chills, the wind may blow, but no one will know until they feel it stir, some animals rest other rise, night time is when many of them come alive.
A golden sunset casts a glow, A slivery moon shimmers on a lake and presents an aura of calmness. The quietness of the woods instills a sense of peacefulness to all that live there.
......
In the butcher's den, where floors bleach white,
An eerie oink against the cold, steel light,
To hang, a prelude to flavors that excite,
This little piggy's destiny, a chilling sight.
Within the shop, a shaven beast in wait,
Glistening skin, a feast on a silver plate,
The pig longs for life, it's not too late,
But hunger reigns, sealing its grim fate.
......
The water is cold but her fur is warm,
A cozy blanket I nuzzle in with my sister and brother.
As we watch the fireflies begin to swarm,
Safe from danger, on the back of our mother.
The firefly's glow like thousands of stars,
......
In a world where paws and whiskers meet,
a dance of rivalry,soft yet fleet.
The cat glides by with haughty grace,
the dog bounds forth to start the chase.
A hiss, a bark, awary stare,
yet both know friendship lingers there.
Through rain and sun, in fur and claw,
they play, they pause,they share it all.
......
Vivacious, young Adele was quite popular, for she had lots of friends;
Like night's affinity with creamy stars, of joyful glitter that never ends.
She was a professional pet sitter, doing so for her chums sometimes,
Like the chills that one may feel, at seeing summer lemons and limes.
Adele had long loved animals, and had a friend with an unusual pet,
That she cared for often, before burgundy and maroon wowed sunset.
Friends feelingly met her on doorsteps, with fuchsia flowers at her feet,
......
These are poems about animals and nature...
The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.
......
Eagles soaring high, appreciating the beauty below from the sky like no one else can see, marveling at all of it's scenic tranquility.
Rolling hills, rippling lakes, the peak of autumn colors amongst the towering trees creates a sense of security. A cascading waterfall along a jagged cliff causes a serene mist as it descends into the smooth shoreline. Babbling brooks twist and turn winding up and down around the rolling ground. Morning wakes and sprinkles the foliage with dew to make it fresh. The woods are revived again to greet their guests.
( option. Line.. the trees spread their branches for their guest)
The sweet scent of freedom is in the air, the animals live here without a care. Hearing them talking in their own unique languages, that only they can understand, their special bond is far above the intelligence of man.
Owls screeching, wolves howling in synchronicity, patter of critter's paws, quips and squawks from hawks are heard throughout the land along the rustling of falling leaves. The soft flutter of birds wings, listen closely and hear the songs they sing,
Cubs in their dens, the morning sunlight awakens them. Hidden eyes observing from afar, watching their intriguing world wander around.
As the sun sets, the air chills, the wind may blow, but no one will know until they feel it stir, some animals rest other rise, night time is when many of them come alive.
A golden sunset casts a glow, A slivery moon shimmers on a lake and presents an aura of calmness. The quietness of the woods instills a sense of peacefulness to all that live there.
......