Gossiping ferns tell the tale
While lofts of vines hang their vail
The whispering creek will never show
What the rocks beneath seek to know
Muffled by the trickling stream
The dishearten stones create a scene
Awestruck dew weeps
Bringing silence to every leaf
Past the daisies who shiver-these beauties dread the news they deliver
The morning absent from glory
When darkness descends-no end
Stars wink at trees in lust
"Shhh- hush your branches, it's a must!"
For revelation is not tonight
Despite the dandelions eager flight
There is one way to be sure...
Look within the trunk of a tree
Closely hear the bumble bees plea
Feel the sensation of a butterflies wings
And embrace the chaos it brings
So when you sense the end is near, look to nature with a listening ear.
May 19, 2011
May 19, 2011 at 4:39 PM UTC
Gossiping ferns tell the tale
While lofts of vines hang their vail
The whispering creek will never show
What the rocks beneath seek to know
Muffled by the trickling stream
The dishearten stones create a scene
Awestruck dew weeps
Bringing silence to every leaf
Past the daisies who shiver-these beauties dread the news they deliver
The morning absent from glory
When darkness descends-no end
Stars wink at trees in lust
"Shhh- hush your branches, it's a must!"
For revelation is not tonight
Despite the dandelions eager flight
There is one way to be sure...
Look within the trunk of a tree
Closely hear the bumble bees plea
Feel the sensation of a butterflies wings
And embrace the chaos it brings
So when you sense the end is near, look to nature with a listening ear.