Nature’s Sentinels

I see an elegant array -
nature’s sentinels on display.
They stand along the lane with pride,
their limbs outstretched towards the sky.

A canopy of green and brown
casts dappled shadows on the ground.
In the safe arbor of the shade,
the little ones are on display.

The feathered minstrels sing with ease
snuggly hidden amongst the trees.
Furry creatures upon the boughs
scamper happily up and down.

As setting sun begins her slide,
the guardians stand and preside
over nocturnal imps at play
til morn begets another day.

Copyright  © November 3, 2008 by Karen M. Crump 
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