Nature weaves tales-12
The venue: A school campus
The race is about to begin.
The whistle blows but
where are the children?
A little away...
young heads are busy watching
a spectacular scene.
"Shh! Quiet!"
whispers a voice,
"I need to count."
"They're having a meeting,"
insists an excited voice.
"It's meditation,"
adds another.
"They're...
forming groups,
practising the moves for
putting up a show,
allowing time for digestion to
be complete,
having an afternoon nap."
"I think there's something
special in the mud," whispers
a totally engrossed voice.
The voices continue...
Suddenly, the winged beauties
flutter away
but
curious minds hang around,
hoping they would return.
A lone butterfly,
on a nearby plant,
a silent observer,
seems to be saying...
"I can fly but can you?"
The race is about to begin.
The whistle blows but
where are the children?
A little away...
young heads are busy watching
a spectacular scene.
"Shh! Quiet!"
whispers a voice,
"I need to count."
"They're having a meeting,"
insists an excited voice.
"It's meditation,"
adds another.
"They're...
forming groups,
practising the moves for
putting up a show,
allowing time for digestion to
be complete,
having an afternoon nap."
"I think there's something
special in the mud," whispers
a totally engrossed voice.
The voices continue...
Suddenly, the winged beauties
flutter away
but
curious minds hang around,
hoping they would return.
A lone butterfly,
on a nearby plant,
a silent observer,
seems to be saying...
"I can fly but can you?"