The Singing Birch Tree

The Singing Birch Tree short poem

Photo by Anton Fomkin

A most glorified sound emerging from the center of a winter-land amphitheater.
The singing of dark crowned Juncos, radiating through the shivering dry leaves of a lonesome birch tree. clothed in the tranquility of newly fallen snow.
The singing birch tree drawing the attention of Nature’s creatures.
A pack of mature wolves begins their eerie howl from afar.
In synchronization with the musical birch tree.
As twilight begins its mystical advance into the amphitheater,
this flock of Juncos are witnesses to the absolute peace of Nature.
With the singing birch tree falling silent in the protruding twilight
the pack of renegade wolves are mystified.
The wolves are drawn by the mystics of Nature to the perimeter of the sleeping amphitheater.
With the birch tree silhouetted in the center of wilderness peace,
Alpha wolf sits back on his haunches and leads his high strung pack in an intensifying boisterous howl. Harmonizing Nature’s best.

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The beauty of nature at its best! Nice writing!



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