The Sounds Of Nature

The Sounds Of Nature

O, tis so sweet.

Who am I

That would dare try to repeat

The loveliness of a tweet.

The flutter of its wings

The tiny cute prints

Of a little birds feet.

The Sounds of Nature

O, how beautiful yet afar.

Are raindrops against the windshield 

Of a still parked car.

Each little drip drop runs

Caressing the mind so intensely

Seemingly just to play a part 

Or perhaps for the fun of it.

O, The Sounds Of Nature

Sometimes deeply doth groan.

When by an unwillingly nature

One's heart decides to roam. 

How lovely is a weep

Who does understand the moan.

When its all part of nature

But who wants to be left alone.