Her Voice Faintly Heard
Listen to nature as she sings a tune…
Of the mournful cry of a passing loon
Of a croaking frog in a soggy bog
Of splashing turtles falling off a log
Of the sound of leaves rustling in a breeze
Of fruit as it thuds when it falls from trees
Of rushing brooks racing towards waterfalls
You should hear all of these when nature calls
Her symphony heard since the dawn of time
She dictates the rhythm, dictates the rhyme
But man, in his greed has stifled her voice
Some took the wrong path when given a choice.
Forests are thinning, and waters run dry
Her voice faintly heard, and we wonder why!
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2018
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