Nature at its Best

On a tall mighty oak tree, limbs sprawled in every direction; golden leaves with a tint of orange electrically brightened the horizon. The reflection of the sun rising over great snowy mountain ranges was clearly visible in a majestic lake. As if an artist had painted an abstract master piece on the surface bright red fish glided peacefully thru the water swimming in every direction like the rays of the sun. Lily pads were occupied by frogs and their mates, every so often the water rippled as turtles swam the distance of their surroundings.    

Humming birds sang brilliantly as if they were Beethoven themselves. Heavy sleeping bags were rolled up at the side of an open camp fire.

 Old fallen tress full of moss and an occasional spider web, were pushed into a horse shoe shape. Hands were warmed over the blazing camp fire. The crackling of the wood coincided with the greasy, fat bacon being cooked.

Early camp fire songs were sung off beat, children shouted the words so loudly; owls woke up just to fly further away. Children pranced around the camp site with grins on their faces, as parents strung the lines for the fishing poles. Soon the sun was directly in the middle of the clear blue sky, no clouds were in sight. Parents rubbed chilled sunscreen into their children’s skin.

One child wore a beaver hat much too big for his head, and it frequently fell over his eyes. Crickets jumped from one grass blade to the next as bobbers were tossed into the calm waters. Every so often the fishers could feel tugs on their lines and reeled in their catch anxiously. Fish of all sizes were caught and released that day. Ducks got an extra meal; stale bread was thrown into the water as well.

Directly right of the lake was small, weak tree. A mother robin perched directly above her freshly hatched chicks’ opened her beak and inside her mouth rested a slimy worm with dirt deposits between its wrinkles. Inside the messy nest broken shells and wings were scattered. The small boy with the beaver hat over his eyes witnessed a miracle of nature. A blue egg wiggled and rotated franticly, a tip of an orange beak was hard at work drilling its escape. After hard work and a lot of peaking the shell burst and out popped a baby robin