Nature

By Jaye Boissiere

Calming bird songs spiral into the air
The tickle of grass
Against my dry legs
Small bugs hover above the weeds
More tunes pound on every solid object
Rebounding to ensure
That no one misses a single beat
Bright white clouds slide closer together
And begin to dance
Moving right
Moving left
Swinging past each other
They take a bow to end the dance
Chirps affirm the bird’s approval
The clouds slowly glide away