Nature Poem


When the breeze blows through the grass, it makes a silent whisper.

Though when the wind blows through the shells on a beach it's sound is Melodious.

While the trees bend in the breeze, they utter a low moan.

Whereas the bird lightly glides through the breeze to make a quiet "Swish."

Where the wind touches the soft petals of spring a light whisper is heard.

Until the winds song of spring turns to a low eerie howl in fall.

So perhaps the wind speaks to the earth softly.

Unless the earth speaks to tell the wind of the Season.

Whether the reason the Earth and Wind speaks soft chants of sounds.

Till the day the earth is no more.

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