Poetry – The Sun was Shining

The Sun was Shining

 

I woke up this morning.

The sun was shining.

It made the trees dance in their dappled green dresses.

A mellow breeze

Carried the scent of flowers

Across the unending forest.

I watched the birds

Flying between the branches,

Building nests and impressing each other with their song.

Beneath the canopy

Creatures nibbled

On the verdant undergrowth.

The whole of nature

Put on a show

Of interconnecting magic.

 

But, as the bulldozers started up

And the chainsaws began to scream

I realised it was merely a wishful dream.

 

Opher – 6.3.2020