Day Lily That Bloomed In Our Front Yard After 10 Years

Real Treat

We look to nature for a free real treat,

always providing something so sweet.

We look to nature for a surprise to be found,

never know what new will come around.

Like the morning sun in springtime,

warms the winter cold ground.

Like the sweet rain in midsummer,

that follows the thunder’s sound.

When the warm moist seed germinates,

and pierces the surface reaching for sun.

From this fragile beginning a plant grows,

a cornucopia of seeds when its life's run.

Songbirds return from their winter retreat.

Calling out to mates, with sweet tweet.

Time to make a nest and raise a family.

Time to have no rest until fledglings fly.

In the glade, a spotted faun appears,

its mother, attentive, close behind.

Grazing in the sunlight, a real delight,

whole world stops this moment to find.

Up in the clouds, the bald eagle soars,

lying flat on the grass, the mind wanders.

Poet and dreamer's thoughts float on,

from clouds to birds the mind meanders.

Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull

4/23/20

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