VOICE

The voices of the wavy sea,

Silent chatting with wind,

The leaves rustle a stir

sensation created in mind,

Forest murmurs,

soft sounding of snowy flakes,

Birds chirp,

songs sound of bees over flower’s blaze,

Melodious river flows,

roar of a crazy storm,

A cute cub’s howling,

or fawn’s call for its mom.

A bud when blooms out

or a dew drop falls,

Cowing crow’s call

at a sunrise or crickets call,

when black clouds move away,

Or dense fog backs away still,

When a tiny spark glows on the sky -

enlightening a hazy hill.

The of raindrops’ song

whispers to my ear,

Before the flood

drives me away to follow,

I ran after them

madly passing mist covered lake,

Where morning mist

hovers in the valley hollow,

I roam around hills and valleys, velvety green,

Tendrils of grey beckoning with secrets to tell,

The power of beauty on this blue planet;

I am hypnotized and dumped well .

All these notes every time whisper me,

nature’s call me from distant shore;

They all speak softly of where I need to be-

Pulled my soul to where it was once before.