Nature Nurtures Noises

When mother nature swirls around sweeping dust and dirts off the ground; her dance steps create sour sights and sound... which make torture in nature abound. Hear the cannonading thrusts of thunder; how each sparks tear the atmosphere asunder. Watch the pitter patter raindrops plunder those little lilies we watch with wonder. Morning music begins with cocks crowing; and at noon, Magpies on trees keep warbling. No one waits to hear the green snakes' slithering; as nature keeps the moonlight trees whispering. I hear the sound of silence in the cloud... and the whispers of windstorm ever loud. Autumn tells a tale of how to humble the proud... Nature nutures noises that could strip a stroud.