The forest is bright where the rays slip past.
There are stripes of light and dark.
The leaves carving the dark from sunlight vast.
Forest creatures at peace, not looking for an ark.
Chirps and tweets make music from trees.
Yips, grunts and growls rise from low on the ground.
Leaves are rustled as big ones move with impressive ease.
Small ones flash, then cannot be found.
Insects fly or crawl or scurry or run.
Their buzzing song is strong and clear.
An upright one in orange with a steel and wood gun.
Jumping, hopping, movement everywhere.
Peaceful time and peaceful sound.
Fathers, mothers, offspring too.
Survival dictates their forest rounds.
Searching for, looking for today's needed food.
Peaceful. Pleasant. Tranquility at its finest.
Nature’s masterpiece. A painting, a song, fine art.
Every day rain or shine authored by the divinest.
Just before sun up, a new edition is forced to start.
About the Creator
Carl Hartman
I am married and have three sons and one granddaughter. We live in Ohio and other than Army time, I have lived in Ohio my entire life thus far. I enjoy writing and reading what others have wrote.
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The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wilesa day ago in Fiction
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Beautiful. That picture choice is also stunning.