Daybreak, warmth welcomes waking world, clear sky,
green edges bustle with bright breezy sniffle.
Lake's brake-line thrills, vibrating in reply.
Screen sedges rustle, as if phantom fipple
had muted airy echoes, reedy cry
transmuting tune-true tones to whispery sigh.
Some jesting dragonflies flit down, skim shy,
quiescent waters sudden part, dance, ripple.
Ingesting fragile frame, from tail to eye,
swift freckled fish break surface, dart, prance, riffle.
In silence snow-white swans slide slowly by
for pinioned wings belie will to soar high.
As Nature, life, proud strong devour crowd weak,
while most pass silent, scared, few dare to speak.
(24 June 2009)
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