Golden leaf from tree so high
You dance last dance of all
On the way to where you'll lay
As now comes time to fall

Early dawn comes the time
Dew drop from leaf to ground
Done all meant to do so well
You do your thing not a sound

Little garden worm back into soil
No complaints much more to do
Making garden richer still each day
Little worms have destiny it's true

Little spider waiting for a juicy fly
Patients you have to admire in life
Little beatle you sleep now on leaf
No thoughts of un-needed daily strife

One can learn as nature always teaches
If we would only take the time to listen
Like little lizard upon a flower washing
Our lives as well could learn and glisten

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018