Birds calling out to me, singing of life's great mysteries.
I listen, listen to
Calling birds and whispering wind,
Splash of waterfalls and babbling brooks.
All around me the secrecy of nature,
Together we are one, trading stories of the life we lead,
Listening respectfully, talking in turn.
Here I dance beneath the wide blue sky,
Gently swaying grasses tickling my feet,
Voices of the wind singing songs of happiness and misery.
As the ancient forest tree, all bow to me.
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2016
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