Valley Echos Poem by Tara Crown

bountiful birds bustling beautiful,
countless crows caw-caw cackling their
arrogant arguments among
trees in tilted trance 'twixt
swaying sky sighing and
sun-splay shadows shifting, while
bees bumble busy or bored
between biting bats and blinking
fireflies' flickered flashes, feeling for
full fruit falling from
glowing green grass and
glossy growth grabbing into
dark damp depthy dirt, now
distant drilling of
white-winged woodpecker
working willow's whispering wood for
what wiggling wonders wait, while
peeping frogs peek from under
pine and pond plenty, and
air aroma asks aloud:
'how can hawk hang so high without
hooks to hold him? '
he who hovers hushed with
set of sun and
cotton clouds clinging to
blanket blue background that
borrows and beguiles those birds who
bustle bountifully beautiful,
bidding benevolent blessings
to another day gone by