The Sound of Nature

I hear the whisper of air                                         

The wind caressing the fields

The tinkle of bells in the temple

And the lisping of the innocent baby

I hear the clattering of the rain on the windows

The gurgle of the river on the mountains

The emerald trees swaying in the breeze

And the giggle of children playing in the street

I hear the tinkling of anklets

 As the village belles trudge their paths

The cows mooing in the fields

And the rustle of leaves on the trees

I hear the sound of nature

The message of almighty in vivid ways

To the wounded humanity lost in war

To sing again the sonnet of eternal love.