'Day Three' by Kalamity Kool

I can't help but get poetic out here in nature, it's the trees, the flowers, the birdsongs breaking the quiet,

the shifting shadows as the day progresses,

the way the light moves, and changes all it touches..

Nothing is ever the same.

Now the ground is drying, most of the rains gone, 

the dam is full, seedlings growing up,

at night the star spangled banner

for real 

eternity stretching high above me

so I can see

shrunk back to myself 

the green-black shadows dancing.

Here today...

gone tomorrow...