If you listen carefully
You can hear Mother Nature descant
It's a sound so naturally
"Alluring and Puissant."
Every living thing has a vocal of its own
A bird tweets "yet" hear the running streams
A place they call home
Around Trees that are Queens...
Winds and rain invite others to attend
Enjoying the event
In a moment all is regarded as a friend
After it calms an orchestra is sent
Now ready to begin...
Crickets play their violin
The beauty in the sound
But then toads croak in
"Wow just look around!"
Wolves sneak upon to hear their howls
as the moon shines bright
Present now is mesmerizing white owls
"Just how Gala is this Night?"
Spiders don't stay behind
as they weave their webs
To rhythm as the raindrops skim, its lines
Echoes that reach even mountainscapes
Suddenly all is silent at the same term
And in seconds, drums are then heard
"Why is it a woodpecker?"
"Rocking like a real drummer?"
Well rock on redhead fella
Maybe you'll be talented to play the mbira
"EVERYONE LOOK ARRIBA!"
This is so fascinating and entertaining
The chanting of wildlife
There's nothing that needs explaining
Other than to know it's all perfect and nice
If you listen prudently to its true hidden heart
You'll hear the golden of a secrete harp
The one gift that gives it "God's Hand Art".
"Blessing it all right from Genesis start."
©nancypoems
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