My heart whistles a song complete with glee
When I hear the lovely Sun come risen,
The delicate buzzing of nature’s bee
Flitting through whispering woods a given.
Soaring high above the tops, brushing back
Winds of time and worlds alike chiming flat.
Blasting through peace of mind, the sound of quacks
Do seem to be heard from below the gnats.
    Hinting that there is more to touch and have
The beetles of spots swarm to a log
That rots with an age so old and concave
It hardly holds up the weight of a frog.
Our time with nature is fleating fast so
Give it one last glance and then we must go.