Nature Talks
The water whispers to those who listen.
The stones speak to those who are near.
The Forests shout to all who pass.
Countless women and men,
Countless ephemeral voices
whispering in unison. shh. Listen.
Listen to the voices of nature.
Each a unique sound, screaming.
Screaming in joy of simply existing.
A scream of joy with an afterthought of sadness.
No one can hear!
Nobody is listening!
There is a rhythmless pattern to nature.
Over and over never the same.
A river will flow the same direction,
but ever on a shifting path.
Always changing, always the same.
Every moment different, every moment unchanging.
There is simply beauty in nature,
whether it is beautiful because it is simple or simply beautiful.
Do not forget to listen.
Copyright © Spencer Anderson | Year Posted 2012
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