Sounds

At long last hear the wind blow through the trees No longer forced to bow down to their knees Hear all the peaceful sounds that nature makes The serene sounds sadness away it takes Listen. Listen to the wind blow through trees Maybe. Just maybe, you will hear the breeze Hear among you. Hear the children's laughter You'll see this feeling is what you're after Destination always remains to be The question at heart to where will it lead Ask Where? But what does it really matter? As long as you can hear children's laughter Dare you listen not while the birds do sing Cannot. Will not. Would could that birdsong bring Listen. Listen to all the peaceful sounds Are you that weary and say you have grounds? Be aware so you ultimately see There is a purpose. A reason to be Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson Written in '89 Twas not the perfect kind Revised in 2010 (twenty ten) with the help of a friend First her words made me start Because I'm not that smart But through tangled words Advice and love I heard Much thanks to Deb Guzzi For helping this newbie. Is this a Sonnet yet? Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson