As I lay awake listening to nature;
The breeze rustling the leaves,
Just moving them gently, producing a sound
So difficult to discern.
The blackbird singing to his partner
In melodies of wonder and awe;
Soon he sleeps leaving the stage
For the robin, whose wonderful song
Is always there at the end of the day.
Then all becomes still and quiet
Except for the gentle caress of the breeze.
Gently, so gently, a new sound is heard
Coming slowly towards me.
A sound of absolute intimacy,
Until at last, my eyes gently close.
And I fall to sleep,
To the sibilant sound of showers.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The beautiful sounds of Nature.
- Category: Reflection
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Gotta love Nature.Beautiful poem here mi amigo
You certainly do need to love Nature David, thank you.
Andy
Good write again Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Andy, this is stunning, almost made me fall asleep too. Beautiful. Nature at its finest. 🌹
So kind Teddy, thank you.
Andy
Ahh Gold I have been there so many times and your words took me back to that blissful place of nature's lullaby. Beautiful
It certainly is a blissful place soren, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
Nature has its own kind of music. Well penned Andy. 😊👍
It certainly does AP, thank you.
Andy
It is quite the original orchestra both of sight and sound, it’s music never fails to impart its ever generous grace!
Nature's music is certainly very original and so wonderful arqios, thank you.
Andy
Excellent write Andy
Most kind Tony, thank you.
Andy
You're welcome
A gentle rain shower is like a natural sedative. It works for me and nearly everyone I know. Your words capture that effect near perfectly. Loved your poem. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil, yes gentle rain is certainly a sedative.
Andy
I had to know twas Clair de Lune, yet oh! You'll make me swoon with your descriptions! Line by line woven capably as your forever wont, oh to say tis beautifully rendered does not suffice for in a trice lo, I was there in spirit, drinking in each liquid sound and then swooning as the rain put you to sleep for how I love the voice of rain! Thank you so very, very much for sharing, Sir.
Very much appreciated Missy, thank you.
Andy
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