by Bob retired
Quill Award Winner 2014 - Best poem -religious/philosophy
The thunder growled it's warnings, bright lightning flashed in vain
Dark clouds upon the ranges announced the coming rain
Large drops are swallowed quickly by dry and dusty ground
But soon the earth is soaking wet as falling drops abound.
Puddles form in places in which the raindrops splash and play
Then start up tiny rivulets and begin to move away.
The falling rain continues and small streams gather sway
Down the sloping gullies toward the river far away
Leaves and sticks and rubbish get a free and bumpy ride
Few things are left unmoved by this growing muddy tide
The wildlife in the river seem to sense what's coming down
So they leave the safety of their homes for much higher ground
The birds up in the treetops play, they haven't got a care
No amount of flooding will reach their perch up there
But for mice, and snakes, and lizards, rising water is a threat
They must look for shelter from this great flooding wet.
So they head across the paddocks to farmers sheds and fences
Which might just serve the purpose of helping their defences
Against the eagles and the predators who await a careless one
They are watching every second, in a second, life is done
And down below the surface are those who cannot flee
The ants must build protection from this all invading sea
They seal their nests off under ground to hold a stock of air
Then hope the waters drain away while it's still dry down there
We know that Mother Nature takes good care of her own
We could learn some lessons from what we have been shown.