In the lull from the tempest,
a country breeze
whispers gently
The sun wanes
over the horizon
as leaves now flap
ever so gently
Slow darkening cast unto "Mother Earth"
She echoes gentle night songs
by a hoot owl
Comes the celestrial show
spreading across the black canvas
And in darkness,in consortium,
brooks softly gurgling over
ancient resting stones
An eagle softly glides in its genetically
fixed circle
as the moon fills the scenario
This rhythm of nature
lays calm
So influenced, so too does man...