The Wind Chimes
I remember a time when I heard wind chime
What a beautiful sound
The trees they danced
The plants sang
The animals joined in the beat and rhythm
This is the sound of Our Mother's nature.
But not always peaceful
whether it is fire playing it's destructive game
or hail to a tornado bullying it's way from sky to Earth
and earth to sky and back again
Lava races down versus the landslides
under Our Mother's wrath.
Humans can't ever recreate such a sound
God and Mother know nothing can compare
to Nature's beauty, balance, and musical sound.
Copyright © Brittany Glass | Year Posted 2016
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