My Back Yard

A dark green canopy up in the sky, Birds flying underneath, way up high. A vision of coolness pleasing the eye, Listening to the wind, as it softly cries. Sitting and gazing to heaven above, And listening to the song of a lonely dove. That's sitting on a limb high in a tree, Wishing in my heart I was that free. The green misty vision all around me, Has a myriad of life high in the tree. A natural haven for everything wild, As I gaze up above with the eyes of a child. Butterflys floating, cicadas rasp on, And mockingbirds sing their beautiful songs. Sparrows and wrens building their nests, I am the lazy one enjoying my rest. An anole chasing a cricket over a leaf, In and out of the leaves he constantly weaves. Then into the green he's suddenly gone, He must be taking his supper back home. 7/31/10 Alton Texas