Mother Nature Sings

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    Mother Nature Sings

    Mother Nature, to me sing
    As you did in early spring.
    From the hill, I hear with awe
    Chirping birds and locusts call.

    Butterflies glide to and fro
    On the winds that gently blow.
    In this peaceful time of day,
    Wind and leaves together play--

    Until the leaves softly fall,
    Caught by reeds and grasses tall.
    Will you again to me sing
    And to my heart comfort bring?

    Or should I wait until the night
    To hear your voice in lesser light
    Singing as the moonbeams dance
    On the water's vast expanse?

    In the woods beyond the glade,
    Crickets sing a seranade.
    Now, I hear your lovely song.
    You've been singing all along!

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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