Only voices speak now, wind surge bring their words Birds chatter up the trees, nothing but quiet silence Dews hidden on tree leaves fall, tapping
Month: Aug 2017
The Forest
1 You call to me, tonnes of sound whispering through the wind Calling me, singing songs of the wild, emissary of Nature You send the
Sunset: Ride of Nature
1 I see you ride with the clouds, hiding your face from mine Blushing before the endless firmaments, resting from the day You have carved
Another August Night, a birthday song
1 I hear the wind howl through the gaps again Calling out, solemnly to the young evening I hear your name being sung, by the
Morning Poem
Lavenders, gardens, the fair butterfly Gold, sun rising across the blue sky Quietness, serene green forest, birds calling Yawn, a kick and high hopes waking
