Nature

by Chelsea King   Jun 24, 2008


The clouds role by, one by one
Each taking a different shape in the sky
Trees flow smoothly from side to side
while the wind goes through each hole that lies
Birds are singing their songs of grace
with humans watching and being embraced
The nature is our world, but nobody knows it
Each animal, plant, and species playing their role in it
Without the little things nature brings, we would not
be able to keep the big things that life brings
With the sun going down and the moon appearing
We start to hear different sounds, to feel different
feelings
The moon holds its own shape and appearance
Without any clouds taking shape near it
We no longer hear birds, but the sound of little
crickets, chirping and making sounds that nothing
else can make
Nature is a beautiful thing if you just take
time to listen
You start to hear possible words from those
birds and crickets
So tonight take a minute to listen
and tell me what you hear when you finally
pay attention
to the beautiful nature and the sounds that
come with it.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Jim McMillen the man within

    That was A good Poem Chelsea,I will have to read it again at night , I bet I will hear a different world 5/5