Mother Nature's lullaby sings to me of earth and sky,
Forest floors alive with creatures,
Creep, eat, sleep midst timeless features
Like cracks and crevices, wrinkled, poxed.
Huge stacks of heavy, solemn rocks
Lie afoot grasses, bushes, then tree
Roots searching, reaching to grow free.
Their withering branches, slithering vines
Criss-cross the mossy tall tree lines
Where squirrels and owls on boughs alone
Find nests full, restful, peaceful homes.
Twirping, chirping, shrill, trill birds,
Join frog choirs, cricket underworlds.
Melodic chants of plants and beasts
Hum alive to spy poor moonlight feasts.
Strange things with wings that rustle nights
Cruise o'er and soar such hush still flights.
Fair firelight flickers fanned by breezes,
Embers fade and shadow teases
Low tired eyes that droop, dawn deep......
Mother Nature lulls me to sleep.
P.S. Colley
May 1989
Potts Creek Retreat
Rev. Nov. 2024
Songs of Appalachia
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