Nature Speaks

A private language nature speaks, foreign to our own. Listen to the raindrops, splashing down on stone. That rainy day conversation, belongs to them alone. When the fragrant scent of flowers, Fills the earth and air, you know they speak love's language, to each other everywhere. Sometimes you hear the wind, playing with falling leaves, perhaps planning mischief, like two conspiring thieves. Oh wouldn't you like to listen in, to what nature has to say? And oh, to have God's good ears, if only for a day!