Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry

Contemplations of a Peaceful Morning

The gentle shivers of leaves catching the wind,
Soft light raining through the branches,
The smooth call of a Nuthatch,
The roaring sound of a rushing waterfall

Mornings in a forest,
A cool gentle breeze glistening over my skin,
The sweet smell of the trees,
And soft buzzing of a carpenter bee.

I am rejuvenated through nature’s beauty,
With each Gray Catbird swooping through the air,
My soul breaking through the noise,
And finding clarity in the gentle morning of a new day.

Posted in Nature Poetry, Wildlife Photography

What Must Birds Think of Us?

What must birds think of us?
Rushing from one place to the next,
Always in a hurry,
Never once basking in the sun.

What must birds think of us?
So careless,
Yet so precise,
Hardly considered what other creatures need.

What must birds think of us?
Some feeding them,
Some loving them,
But all never genuinely understanding them.

What must birds think of us?
When we destroy their forest homes,
Only to build houses,
And plant new trees.

What must birds think of us?
How wonderful,
How dangerous,
How odd must we seem?