A poem in the Shakespearean Sonnet form.
Green leaves, off branches they hang,
Waving "hello", in the breeze,
As the breeze whispered and sang,
In tune, was a gentle hum of a chorus of bees.
It was a beauteous sight to see,
All the glory of the lush green,
And then I saw birds making a home in the tree,
And it was all quite a scene.
There was a hole in the center of the trunk,
Where a squirrel quickly ran to hide,
And around the base, a skunk,
An odorous threat, but Nature's pride.
What a gift to have beheld such spectacle,
Mother Nature's eye candy, that's delectable.