My wonder of Nature only seems to grow
Yet so little of her ways i can claim to know
Of her i do learn new things every day
We never stop learning as some like to say
The voice of the tiny brown wren i recall
He had a loud song for one who was so small
From him i learned of devotion in life
To raise their large family he helped his tiny wife
His short life came to an end in the Winter frost and snow
When he died of the cold in the windswept hedgerow
But some of the children he helped to raise did survive till the Spring
And the song of the father the sons they did sing
From Nature we learn something new every day
We do never stop learning as some like to say.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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