Nature's Plea

Nature is not a place to visit. It is home. - Gary Synder

Listen…

Can you hear it?

The music…

scattered everywhere…

 

You don’t have to be a prodigy,

Just close your eyes

Open your heart

Listen…

 

The language of the water flowing downstream,

Touching each rock that can’t be as hard as it seems

Listen further…

You’ll hear the breeze carrying the song of the birds

The woodpecker, the mocking jay, the robin, the mighty eagle

They are knocking to your core…

hear our music… Understand our pleas

They are singing, to the beat of the sturdy bamboo trees

 

For they can’t speak the way humans do

They need someone to make their wishes come true

 

Listen to the spirit of the wind,

for it contains the song of every creature,

Hear the call of their lonely souls…

Holding on that this world will return to its original form.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Sunny]

LOVE THIS! Something I wish i could do more, just go out and get lost in the woods, and be peaceful!
Perfectly written, Olive!

[Aprille]

haha.. thank youuuu.. :)

[DJ]

Nicely written,describing something I know,I do too little of.

[Aprille]

Thank you. :)

[Lyn Anderson]

This is beautiful. Yes, listen to nature's beauty, and stop defiling it.

[Aprille]

Thank you KL. :)

[BennyBooth]

Lovely piece! I am going to sit outside and listen to that music while I have my morning coffee in the sun.... And I am going to be thinking of this one.

Nice poem!

[Aprille]

Thank you so much. ;)

[L. C. Rhodes]

I often feel like that too. Well said.

[Aprille]

Thanks. :)

[Dayran]

I hear that music all the time. Thanks ...

[Aprille]

Thank you. :)