Suspended in the sound of leaves mimicking water's hushed rush under the chee-chee-hee-hee of goshawks and sparrows countered by a duck's scolding call
Dry yellow grass interrupted in its plodding monologue by the impudence of green upstarts stretching towards evening's golden light
Whistling songs alight on the breeze as stripey things buzz around blossoms and petals soaking up summer's short shining
Tall grasses who haven't met this year's mower dance freedom of unbridled growth and the trees burst forth in songbirds of laughter leaves tickling their parchment-paper bark
Coaxing them out of deep-rooted wonderings to play chase with the day's shadows and rock-a-bye lullaby in the slumbers of the night