Nature's Touch

The day drifts steadily to night

A valley of sun drenched grass

A large sun dial of daily fight

To stand and see it come to pass 

The crickets serenade the dew

And a finch sings favorite song

A welcoming sounds for a few

After quiet night sans a throng

A grove of trees standing guard

As the sun reaches over mid day

The quiet sentinels of this yard

The palace of respite and shade

The frogs croak their farewell

As the sky turns an amber hue

The owl hoots and all is well

For the life before day anew

A lonely valley I might say

Had not seen magic wonder

Of things of home and play

For those we not oft ponder

Nicholas Campos - November 2024