How will it feel…when
common robins are no more
gray squirrels cease to scamper
as high-wire acrobats
no birdsong reverberates
with dawn’s awakening light
butterflies fail to reappear
without flowers in the spring
the hum of buggy multitudes
is absent from summer air
bluebirds flee over the rainbow
eagles exit through narrowed skies
kangaroos slip past gravity
elephants, tigers close behind
the sun does not rise everyday
seas and oceans lose their tides
landscapes drenched in daily gray
relinquish all disguise
not taking nature for granted
how will it feel without.
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