Chirps, Tweets, Whooshes and Hurrahs!
Making words to capture sounds:
Onomatopoeia.
Making words to capture feelings:
I hear ya! I Love ya! I See ya!

Sounds of birds,
Sounds of wind,
Spontaneous sounds of Joy—
We make up words to capture them,
To sing the Rapture that’s within,
With Rapture, play, employ.

Chirp! Chirrup! Tweet, tweet, tweet;
Woosh! Sigh! Whistle! Roar!
Give cheery Highs!
To the birds that fly,
The wind that bends and rises,
To the One and Only Consciousness
That Enlightens and Surprises.

Sounds of feet—tap, tap, tap.
Sounds of laughs—Ha, Ha. Ha.
Sounds of water—gurgle, murmur, roar.
We sing to the birds, the wind, the streams,
To the ocean and its shores.

We sing to footsteps, laughter, stones,
To trees, to leaves, to butter, batter, fences, thrones.
Sharing our rhythm: Clap, clap, clap;
Sharing our tune: Ah, Ah, Ah;
Sharing our Love, our songs, our poems.

Nature is kind:
She responds with a tweet,
With a murmur, a flutter, a swoop and a dart,
With Wit and with Love, and with Art.

With Play and with Glow,
With fast and with slow,
With waving, with bending, with sways, and with Silence, with Magic, with Loving, with Flow.

We know She’s our Mother.
There is no other,
She responds with Love, Play and Flow.

She responds with Love, Play and Flow.

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