Her Voice
A mix of free verse and Villanelle
A gentle and powerful symphony plays
As it whistles through the trees
The voice of Terra so sweet and strange
Pattering of light rain
The rumble of thunder
A gentle and powerful symphony plays
First steps on freshly frozen snow
Rustling of dry leaves that still remain
The voice of Terra so sweet and strange
Crashing waves against the rocky shore
Melodic chirping of birds as they flap their wings
A gentle and powerful symphony plays
Water gurgles as it flows in the brooke
Little ribbets from frogs along the way
The voice of Terra so sweet and strange
Sleepy silence settles as the fiery sun is raised
Owl and crickets waking as the light fades
A gentle and powerful symphony plays
The voice of terra so sweet and strange
About the Creator
Emma Sumsion
Hello there!
I'm a young college student trying to figure out what I want in life. Learning to follow my passions instead of putting them aside for a later date.
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