Realm of Silence

In the realm of silence, broken

By the chirping of little birds

Nature preening in the style of picture post cards

Blossom of flowers in various hues

Gentle breeze blowing across

Afternoon Sun, a bit mellowed.

Whimsical that she is naturally

A drizzle follows, suddenly.

I see ripples on the little pond

Thoughts too like ripples, in the mind a song of the rain.

Sun playing hide and seek, I look for the rainbow.

Little birds come to life, one I see catching a butterfly, which makes good its escape.

Others busy pecking at the lawn. 

I hear the whirring of the wings

As the birds take flight, my heart delights.

Clouds in hues of blue, grey and white

Suddenly the Sun makes its entry, with a swagger and bright.

But the clouds hang on, Sun goes under cover.

Huge tree with a massive canopy, birds resort to, a refuge.

When the Sun finally sets, a chill descended 

In the realm silence prevailed once again.