Chimes of the trees
The beats of a stump
Creativity of leaves
Claps of waves
The whooping winds
And where do all these
Great sounds come from
I ask then sigh with no reply
Then starts at a moments burst
West wing’s winds
North star’s starts
East coast’s waves
And the south’s setting suns
And all the sounds
I thought were lost
Were just the beats of our
Hearts, minds, bodies, and souls

by nick trager

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Comments (2)

Great flow very lovely write. Hugs Coreena
wow! ..a beautiful poem on sounds...and how intricately u ave related dem to hearts minds bodies and souls wishes anjali