Biodiversity Poetry

Night Symphony

The brilliant sun,

Whose arms have held,

Whose arms have warmed

The multitude of tiny grains

Of eggshell sand coating the desert floor,

Bows low before the grand saguaro.

And in an instant there springs forth

A symphony of soft shades

Harmonizing with silent drifting clouds,

And as the shadows of royal limbs reach up in majestic appreciation,

As the minute grains give up the intoxicating scent of their cooling,

As the ancient skull of a creodont grins eerily,

The tiny elf owl, like an elegantly dancing sprite,

Celebrates the Arizona night with tiny wings…

Whiiir, whiiir, whiir!