The Unseen

If you could see, you would see it all around you

The verses are everywhere

We are what makes the language

While the melody haunts our mind.

How is it that poems flow and

How do the streams meet the sea

When the flowers bloom

And mountains turn misty.

When the woods whistle and

The fountains fall swiftly

The music in the eardrums

Spreads like forest fire.

And the pebbles on the road

Bounce like new found love

One can hear trees grow

And leaves fall and drink water.

Crickets singing on a winter night

Creepers laying in someone else's arms

Rough rocks with tender moss

Curving banks asking for kisses on the neck.

Walking through the path of life

We forget that the language of nature

Is the one which speaks through all of us

And the verses spread like sweet perfume.