Habitat

The natural world.
Patient, persistent teacher.
Brilliant beauty queen.

The natural world.
Flora, fauna, includes us.
Real masterpieces.

The natural world.
Abundant wild mysteries.
Constant surprises.

In the cool forest,
flora fauna family.
Fawns forage for food.

In the hot jungle,
flora fauna family.
Monkeys hang from vines.

All over, around,
flora fauna family.
And also, within.

Mother nature, ‘Like’! 
Inspiring ‘influencer.’ 
No filters needed.

Above, all around,
homes of peckers, Steller’s jays.
Oaks, maples and firs.

Douglas firs and oaks.
A red shoulder falcon calls.
Fungi, ferns and moss.

Textured sienna.
Humble marvel mushrooms are.
Sepia beauty.

Feathers, petals, moss. 
Surprisingly strong softness. 
There’s more to it all.

Polished to a shine,
burnished, varnished river rock.
Water’s glossy sheen.

Rounded and blunted,
its once sharp points and edges
do no longer cut.

Grounded and nestled,
among neighbor river rocks.
Now it rests in peace.

Rock that rolls downhill,
where are you going so fast?
Take it easy, friend.

In the Zen garden,
sand, gravel, pebbles, rocks, rake.
In peaceful refuge.

Quite close, cheek to cheek,
succulent community.
Standing room only.

In the deep forest,
the fallen become arches. 
Pines, and us as well.

By the riverbed, 
the fallen become bridges. 
Oaks, and us as well.

In the fall garden, 
the fallen become compost. 
Fruits, and us as well.