Wisdom From the Wheezing Woods

Listen to the wisdom, oozing from the wheezing woods, Whimpering in euphony, far from the bustling boulevards, Crooning, mumbling mellow chirping soothing strains. The warbling of the warbles, buzzing of the bumblebees, fetching sputtering riddles! Listen to the cryptic hooting, hissing, howling of the forest critters, The whooshing weald is whistling, winking, whooping as living being! Twittering its' silent sagacious saga when the ringing roots are entwining, Gusting, the swooshing symphony of the smashing symbiosis. The seeds are throbbing spasmodically into mature trees; Sheltering the myriads of native wild species. The wild blooms in seclusion are trilling in the tranquil breeze, Twiddling and twirling in oblivion, invigorating the dying dandelions. There is no hubbub; discrimination, feeble and strong, old and new, Even cheeping competing species sloshing in consonance are clinking in gleeful communion! The flapping, fluttering forest is clicking, caressing each other, To enliven, the stup of the felled trees for hundred of years. The mother trees are murmuring the lulling lullabies, nurturing their saplings. They know not, the survival of the fittest, the gluttony! In the thicket, there is no cacophony, but mere Mellifluous rumbling of dribbling polyphony!