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I Listen
Fluffy white clouds in a cobalt sky
A warm summer gust gooseflesh my skin
The majestic stillness of an age oak tree
A shadow of a bird crossing over head
a barking of a dog in the distance
mixed with the playful banter of children
Seeing the silent march of ants
A fly buzzing by my ear
The sway of roses in the garden, their scent piercing the zephyr
Watching the soft drifting of summer snow
A squirrel climbing a tree
Listening to the mating call of crickets in the grass
The chirping of birds lingering in the wind
The gentle rocking of my hammock
In the stillness of a peaceful day
Is when you speak the loudest
And I Listen
A warm summer gust gooseflesh my skin
The majestic stillness of an age oak tree
A shadow of a bird crossing over head
a barking of a dog in the distance
mixed with the playful banter of children
Seeing the silent march of ants
A fly buzzing by my ear
The sway of roses in the garden, their scent piercing the zephyr
Watching the soft drifting of summer snow
A squirrel climbing a tree
Listening to the mating call of crickets in the grass
The chirping of birds lingering in the wind
The gentle rocking of my hammock
In the stillness of a peaceful day
Is when you speak the loudest
And I Listen
Published 24th May 2012
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30th May 2012 00:31am
Nature can be colourful most of the time, and with its colour it seems to bring us within its embrace and we appreciate it from within and with-out. It is us for we are part of nature too. Good read Glynis.
30th May 2012 8:14pm
Yes, that is so true, thank you Ms. Grace
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