The Voice of Nature
By Katie
When the pale moonlight sun shines over the fields of gold,
The trees come alive with the stories of old.
They tell of the firey leaves that drop in the fall,
They tell of a wolf’s lonely and heartbroken call.
They tell of the stained earth where blood once spread,
They tell of barren fields where sorrow once bred.
They tell of the smoke that filled and poisoned the air,
They tell of the birds that watched their home burn with despair.
They tell of the pale waterfalls that fall pounding to the earth,
They tell of the warm spring mornings and the joy of new birth.
They tell the many stories the stars have heard and seen,
They tell about the wilderness and its adventurers so keen.
They tell of the lush green trees casting dapples of shade,
They tell of those who are lost and are forever mortally afraid.
They tell of the dew that sparkles in the soft morning light,
They tell of the dreamers and wishers that gaze into the night.
They tell of the glittering river as it rushes to the sea,
They tell of fawns leaping in summer fields, bright with glee.
They tell of the paths strewn with black forest stones,
They tell of sinister ghosts and the rattling of dead bones.
They tell of winter mornings, bright with sparkling, white snow,
They tell of warm summer streams that will forever glisten and flow.
They tell of the rain and the unworldly lullaby it sings,
They tell of the songs and the music of soft beating wings
They tell of the flowers bright with youth and sun,
They tell of the tales that have only just begun.
They tell of the grace and pride of nature and life,
They tell of the forsaken and their life full of strife.
They tell of the past, the present, and what is to come
But above all they tell us where we all belong.
