What one may miss onceWill never miss twiceThere’s always newNew plantNew windNew ant holeAnd it’s the little thingsThat make the world

Welcome to our birdbath

A crimson red leafIs shed from a treeDrifting slowlySlowlySlowlyInto the crystal-clear reflection of the waterOnly disturbed by the ancient mossThat lives there

Spring is comingNew is coming

The lively chirps of a birdMake people smileChirpChirpCalling for her youngTo drink

The cat screechesThe mouse yelpsThe wind howlsWith themThe ants cryPlease don’t trample us

A historical chaseCat vs. mouseThrough the golden fieldsOver the logThrough the grassTo the bathThe mouse tripsAnd the catGets dinner

The stream is calmLittle soundsChika de-de-deCroak, croakBut it’s interruptedSplash! Splash!The beavers

The great pine treeCovers allGives them shadeReminds them she’s aliveWith a little bonk

The grass growsThe squirrels chatterThe birds returnThe flowers bloomAnd the world is back from the dead

A robin swoops downSo elegantlyWings spread wideCherry-red breastRipples the calmOf the waterAnd is gone againGone

The leafThe chirpThe soundsThe chase

The streamThe treeThe returnThe bird

What can we learn?

Nature

Has its language.