Ode to Harvest

Galah, rejoice now, the harvest time ends,

Nature puts on show its pretty arch, extends.

In the fields, rocks glow from black rust.

The birds sing and dance, quite happy at last.

They peck on the ground, finding oilseeds below,

Secrets hidden there, waiting to show.

Oh, how clean the azure sky looks like art,

The birds flying high, playing their fairest part.

And they care not for earthly things,

Obeying the sky’s call where liberty sings.

Their wingspans are quite wide, full of glee,

Leading the morn’s journey, a joy for all to see.

After the long harvest, the sea swans appear,

Dancing lovingly on water and sharing cheer.

They move on slowly to the rhythm of rain,

By the creek, where snowcranes leap, risking refrain.

Toads too join in, singing their own song,

And hoping for the rainshower before too long.

Amidst the scene, a hermit prays on the shore,

For an oldest part of our earth is at war.

Galah, see how Nature reclaims its land,

That was stolen by man, so pretty yet bland.

On which flocks of lambs roam freely,

Greeting their loved ones so meekly.

In this ode to harvest, let’s all pause,

And honor Nature’s rhythm without any flaws.

©Affaq