The buzzing of the wings of bees
The fluttering of a butterflies wings
The rustling of the fallen leaves
as squirrels scurry,
brushing them with their tails and feet
the babbling of a creek
that's made it's rugged way from mountain springs
the drip, drip, drip
of dew off the petals of freshly bloomed daisies
the howl of wolves
the call of owls perched high upon a tree
the grumbling of a bear
just awakening to greet the spring
these are the songs of the forest
over the whole earth, echoing
shhhh... be still... listen...
hear how they sing!
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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