“Nature’s Yard Work”

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From my perch, so high, above the painted land
I gaze upon, far below, dunes of desert sand
Where the sun shone down in juicy, golden rays
And warmed the belly of the earth for long, forgotten days
Now, wind picks up and thrashes ‘bout the tiny grains
Who, all alone, stand no chance against the drowning rains
Thunder rumbles o’er my fragile, dusted ledge
And clouds billow ‘cross majestic mountain hedge
Yet, on my perch, all is for a moment quiet
Though endlessly beneath me, nature shivers in a riot
Mother rushes, changing ‘round the old landscapes
At last, I flap my wings and make my great escape.