Nature's Rest, Sunrise and Sunset

New days bring sunrises, and fresh rain. Clouds on a clear horizon, while yesterdays wash away.

A reset clock, birdsongs are the alarm that stirs your spirit to start again.

The same construct that gifts us every day and yet may be new all the same.

A day follows a day, and a night follows a night. To try again, and new, as the dawn's light radiates reason.

Spiders scattered on the grass, whispering secrets into their webs of wishes.

Acorns rest on the ground, gazing up at the Great Grandfather Tree that towers above.

Grand castles constructed by the ants, their massive hills they share the burden of building.

The rain pours, leaving dew scattered amongst the Spider's masterpieces. It drowns the acorn in the dirt, buried in the depths of earth. The castles crumble, leaving behind mud and sludge.

But it is only rainy for a day.

The spider webs absorb the water, making them stronger, and more vibrant to the eye. The acorn, now rests before it starts to grow, seeking to grow into the sky beside its Grandfather.

The Ants, rebuild as a family, this time on a higher plain, their home to be stronger than it was before.

The creatures of nature do not panic in the rain. They do not let it distract from their mission. Nature doesn't panic over a new day. It doesn't stress over tomorrow, it trusts that it comes and that it comes brighter, much like the sunrise it restarts itself with.

Nature itself begins again, after a rest and a little rain. The animals relax in the midst of the process, and they find what is familiar, and linger there.

We are creatures of nature, who need rest too. Rise with the sun, and rest in the rain and as night sets its blanket over the skies.

''Nature''

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,

Leads by the hand her little child to bed,

Half willing, half reluctant to be led,

And leave his broken playthings on the floor,

Still gazing at them through the open door,

Nor wholly reassured and comforted

By promises of others in their stead,

Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;

So Nature deals with us, and takes away

Our playthings one by one, and by the hand

Leads us to rest so gently, that we go

Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,

Being too full of sleep to understand

How far the unknown transcends the what we know.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

W.H. Davies ''The Rain''

I hear leaves drinking rain;

I hear rich leaves on top

Giving the poor beneath

Drop after drop;

’Tis a sweet noise to hear

These green leaves drinking near.

And when the Sun comes out,

After this Rain shall stop,

A wondrous Light will fill

Each dark, round drop;

I hope the Sun shines bright;

’Twill be a lovely sight.

''What the Birds Teach us''

By J. R. Eastwood

November now is here,

With skies of leaden hue,

And gloomy days and drear,

And winds that pierce us through.

And on the hedge the rose,

With leaves of tender green,

No more in beauty grows,

And frost and snow are seen.

But still the Birds contrive,

By hardship unsubdued,

To keep themselves alive,

And keenly seek their food.

And thus they teach us still,

However dark the day,

"That where there is a Will

There always is a Way."