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.