On the Myakka prairie
Morning comes
Quietly
With dawn's first light..
Birds take flight
From night-time a-roosting
Seeking food,
Freedom and romance.
First quietly soaring
Above the trees
Then settling softly
Facing the breeze.
Buzzards
Soaring high above
Seek out the waste
From yesterday’s plunder.
Hawks in brief flights
From post to post
Eyes searching for movement
Of scurrying animals.
Silence is the reward
For those who seek or strive
To go unnoticed
And remain alive.
Here on the prairie
Stretching to the horizon
Not far from the coast
Man lives,
Not knowing
That nature
In endless
Toil and troubles
Replinishes the maw
Of those who seek
And others find
It's wise to keep
Silent and an eye out both
Above and below
Because one can become
Part of another's diet.
The lesson to man is clear,
Neither written in stone nor sand.
One is never far away
From Nature's Grand plan.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem