Beauty In the Making
The wind crashing against my eardrums,
drumming the most beautiful beat.
Birds chirping in the distance,
Sing such a sweet melody.
Lightning crashes down on the cymbals.
Could this be the song of my life?
Leaves begin to rustle beside me,
Like they're playing the maracas.
Crickets sound like they're playing the worlds smallest violin.
Nature surrounds us and plays their favorite orchestrated song.
Will we stop to listen for a minute?
09/16/2020
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