The rhythmic ticking of the clock
Resounding quietly throughout
A dark, cool, lonely cabin
The spider calling home
A water pale, baby blue
Must vacate from the rising water
Giving life to plants beneath
The forest's orchestra
Each bird's sweet chirps
Unseen, yet heard
The fire roared some hours past
Now dying quietly
The embers faintly glowing
Oozing smoke
The mountains shared
Life's harmony
With me