The Sounds Of Nature <br />O, tis so sweet. <br />Who am I <br />That would dare try to repeat <br />The lovliness of a tweet. <br />The flutter of its wings <br />The tiny cute prints <br />Of a little birds feet. <br /> <br />The Sounds of Nature <br />O, how beautiful yet afar. <br />Are raindrops against the windshield <br />Of a still parked car. <br />Each little drip dropp runs <br />Caressing the mind so intensely <br />Seemingly just to play a part <br />Or perhaps for the fun of it. <br /> <br />O, The Sounds Of Nature <br />Sometimes deeply doth groan. <br />When by an unwillingly nature <br />One's heart decides to roam. <br />How lovely is a weep <br />Who does understand the moan. <br />When its all part of nature <br />But who wants to be left alone.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sounds-of-nature/
