Phyllis Babcock Poet I do not know?

Silently Falling

Look at the drops of rain
Falling silently
Glistening in the light
They make no sound
No one can tell they are around
Falling, dripping off tree branches,
A steady stream cascading, gently
To the ground below
Clear as crystal in daylight
Unseen in the darkness of night
The precious gift of water
Given from above
To sustain life
This little droplet so small
Is the source of survival above all

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Debbie Duncan August 19, 2017 at 2:56 PM Well, this is very nice to read for my first poem of the day :) I haven't seen you in a long time :)

Cody Kremling August 18, 2017 at 10:16 AM Great look at something we rarely even think about! Really enjoyed reading this.

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire March 28, 2013 at 7:19 PM Dear Phyl, (if I May), YOU are so Awesome in YOUR description of Nature. One can hear the Whispers of the rain, smell the fragrants of its Life giving, and see the Rainbows in each droplet as YOU Write as If YOU are Mother Nature Herself Superb Quill. Another Fav. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Eternal Liege...Harry

Andrea Dietrich October 21, 2010 at 1:54 PM Oh, another one I really like. The last two were my favorite ones for today.I guess I love your nature poems best for their descriptiveness. well, time for me to finally be getting home. Busy weekend ahead of me. LUv, Andrea