Mother Nature Sings

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    Mother Nature Sings

    Mother Nature, to me sing
    As 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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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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