The wind calls your name,
An eager whisper beckoning your ears to its soft song.
The fog, it tickles your senses.
Guiding and misleading your sense of direction.
The rain- Soothing, frightening, wags a finger.
A gesture inviting you to join it's lonely party.
The thunder, a menacing growl,
Frightens the lighting into a fit of sparks.
The brook, oh- how it babbles.
A neverending conversation to the ever-listening rocks.
Do you listen?














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is a really deep poem ...I love it !
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