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