Ba World Unseen By Most (Or Welcome To My World) Poem by Barry A. Lanier

There are those that get up real early-
There are those who gaze at starry nights-
There are few who witness the continuum-
And from the shadows that come alive-
Like a closed faucet that begins slowly to drip-
The slow drips gain momentum and speed-
Then suddenly the waters are gushing-
Waters are tossing and rippling unleashed-
First sounds as the leaves begin to rustle-
A faint wind begins to blow through the trees-
Squirrels skimmer and dance for their breakfast-
Sparrows skirting and bobbing on leaves-
Sunlight seeping through vines and the bushes-
Morning light peeping through cracks in the blind-
And new fawn awakens in her bed in the shadows-
Bleeting for her mother for the very first time-
Owls and raccoons returning from a night hunting-
Returning to home for a long day of sleep-
Finches and cardinals alighting on branches-
Sipping a drink from the dew on the leaves-
Then a lone crow cawks off in the distance-
As the woodpecker taps a concerto on the tree-
Rafters of wild turkeys swoop down in flight-
After brooding alll night in their sleep-
All of the sounds coming together as symphony-
In their wonderful outdoor arena and host-
Nature's sounds so unique and so mystical-
A world that goes unseen in life by most-