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!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
