SYMPHONY

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SYMPHONY

You can hear it everywhere
The leaves dancing on the grounds
Nature has it's own sound
earth, water, wind, sky
Gods orchestra is like no other
Water hitting the rocks are lke symbols
The percussion of the woodpecker
Crickets play their violins
Songbirds harping a harmony
As the leaves on the branch clap adn wave
With the trees constant standing ovation
Man cannot compare
Unmatchable instruments of creation
God has put in order
To recognize his AWE
To enjoy his melodies
Of his Symphony

By "Applepie"  

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dahlusion commented on SYMPHONY

06-12-2009

This beautiful poem calls out to the God's that we are, the creators of all that exists by way of our collective minds.

bandit1192 commented on SYMPHONY

06-11-2009

I enjoyed this poem. I have one ( unfinished ) with the same idea. It is always special to step back, just listen and view the beauty nature has has to offer. Good poem. TS.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................It says I need 2000 characters...............................................................................................don't know if I can come up with that................................................... I give up........................fingers cramping...............................................................................................

Indigogreen16 commented on SYMPHONY

06-06-2009

This is very nice, somber and i like tone you set. Very good! Keep up the good work...................................

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Applepie’s Poems (7)

Title Comments
Title Comments
HONEY 3
BLACK FLAG 2
NINETEEN 3
FRIENDSHIP LOST 2
SYMPHONY 3
BEUTIFUL EYE 2
WORDS 0