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The Sounds Of Nature
(March 19,1955 / Fayette, Alabama)

The Sounds Of Nature

Poem By Cecelia Weir

The Sounds Of Nature
O, tis so sweet.
Who am I
That would dare try to repeat
The lovliness of a tweet.
The flutter of its wings
The tiny cute prints
Of a little birds feet.

The Sounds of Nature
O, how beautiful yet afar.
Are raindrops against the windshield
Of a still parked car.
Each little drip dropp runs
Caressing the mind so intensely
Seemingly just to play a part
Or perhaps for the fun of it.

O, The Sounds Of Nature
Sometimes deeply doth groan.
When by an unwillingly nature
One's heart decides to roam.
How lovely is a weep
Who does understand the moan.
When its all part of nature
But who wants to be left alone.

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Comments (5)

The sounds of nature o, how beautiful yet afar so nice explanation.
I don't like this poem this is very ghatiya poem
Its a beautiful beautiful poem.......Thanks for this poem
Loved it good poem and deep. Read mine - Spring - Adeline
This is beautiful poetry.Liked it.