Sounds

A small brook moves
by with the sounds of
the ripples in the stream echoing
the bottom rocks that tie
the brook to the earth and
the music of nature.

The bright yellow flowers move
softly in the wind, the wind blows
their scent across the fields.
The sound of the wind rushing by,
the flower petals flapping,
and the wisp of life’s sweet fragrances
embrace me and tie the flowers
and myself to the earth and
the music of nature.

The forest that is near
yet seems so far away.
With its depths
where no lights shine.
Yet I can hear the small movements
of animals, birds, insects,
and I hear deep movements of the ground.
Trees extending their roots to the earth and
the music of nature.

The brook, the flowers, and the trees
are tied to all of nature as it performs
The Music of Life.

Artist’s statement

This poem began as a statement about parts of Nature that are often forgotten but are worthy of remembering. As I received input and then made major changes, I became more interested in the Music of Nature. The processes thur three revisions has strengthened my feelings about how Nature sings for me/us. If you just take a walk around my apartment complex you as I was will feel and hear the inspirations of Nature. Thank You All – Drinda J.Kiner, artist