Whispers of Nature

Dawn. Night sounds of slumber A few owls hooted their last nightly call, And cicadas ended their rhythmic, high-pitched whine In obedience to the rising of the warm sun rays. The buzzing bees commence their flight, Flitting from flower to flower, sucking nectar. The zinnias sway in the light breeze And mingle with butterflies, so elegant and bright. Light and soft I hear the flutter of the old oak trees, As they dance in the rhythm of the growing day. While from afar the purple mountains Shed their cascades down into a clear lake. And as time moves on, I hear the monotonous toll Of an almost bell urging the handful faithful to praise, Singing softly some of their favorite psalms. From the silent forests clouds became overcast, Drops of rain began to fall. I hurried to my shed, And simply admired the rain and its pleasant drops. How sweet were the rhythms of the raindrops. Pleasure and peace spread all around.