Rush Hour

The sun shines

And a breeze blows

A bird sits quietly

Gently warming an egg

Nearby a squirrel climbs up

Into a tree with a nut to hide

A rabbit takes some hops

And disappears under a bush

And a butterfly softly lands

On a blooming flower

…it is Mother Nature’s rush hour.

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