Mother Nature Sings
Mother Nature, to me singAs you did in early spring.
From the hill, I hear with awe
Chirping birds and locusts call.
Butterflies glide to and fro
On the winds that gently blow.
In this peaceful time of day,
Wind and leaves together play--
Until the leaves softly fall,
Caught by reeds and grasses tall.
Will you again to me sing
And to my heart comfort bring?
Or should I wait until the night
To hear your voice in lesser light
Singing as the moonbeams dance
On the water's vast expanse?
In the woods beyond the glade,
Crickets sing a seranade.
Now, I hear your lovely song.
You've been singing all along!
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