Nothing heard, the air still, <br />no breeze disturbs the willow <br />the lily sleeps, her petals fold, <br />moon-lit shadows in the wood <br />sombre, sleeping primroses, <br />all nature shivers as moonlight <br />fades and dark returns before <br />the sun begins his daily task <br />waking farmyard cock and snail. <br />Darkest hours of night <br />chimes unheeded, sleeping <br />one more hour to dawn. <br />Rise again from your bed <br />to sounds of earth and willow. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><br />John Rickell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sounds-of-earth/
