Nature's Mantra (Circular) Poem by Ell Ell

it is not the birds with peaceful melody
that sing the aria of the gentle night;
nor is it the wind with bated breath
that calms the dawn to the light of day;
nor is it the fox with blackened print
that drops the snow on the lonely woods;
bluebirds bow and praise the sun;
but cannot fade its dwindling light.

It is not the wolf that jeers the moon
who bears its glow like beaming gold;
nor is it the ploughman, snoring loud,
who invites the dusk with lullabies;
nor is it the stars with winking eyes
that paint the meadows in looming black
while all around in the gloom of midnight;
life awakens to the sundry sounds.

The forest stirs; a night's mantra.
All is aright in winter's darkness.
A lark hops from tree and brier,
sounding its note towards the
sky.
But