What then is said in a mocking birds song or in
the whisper of a wave or wind that rustles
through a field of wheat?
What words speak the falling rain or the rushing of
a brook or the speech of drifting leaves?
Can you hear the quiet words among the clouds or
the gentle voice beyond the stars?
If you say nay, I know not of these words or sounds,
how sad it is…for you have never truly lived
..until natures call is heard within
© Joe Fazio
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