Beauty abounds in Nature’s true sounds.
A duck merely swimming, or singing a song?
Water is falling, humming along.
Whispering are the trees,
With the help of the bees,
Telling the story,
Of Nature's pure glory.
Am I a part of this song?
Should I sing along?
Or is listening the key,
That will deliver to me ....
My thoughts start to drift
As my spirit does lift
I float oh so high
And sounds pass me by
But I will not worry,
Nature's not in a hurry.
She will keep singing,
The knowledge she's bringing,
Until I have heard,
Every last word.
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