The First Whack Of Light

As a boy, I loved verdant virgin lands the first whack of light peeking through the mist glistening-like a golden cloak sun-kissed and nature's volume going through its radio bands I loved wands of droplets weighted just so the silent dew cannot enumerate -watching robin redbreast reverberate his shrill bloated song to what do we owe -this honour of your presence, little friend. Why does the earthworm turn tail with the snail? Does your red jersey; scold their eyes, offend. As one kingdom ascends upon the vale -another descends blindly as a mole, a bat lucky is I in my bright habitat.