Poetry, Uncategorized

The trees sway in the symphony of the wind

        The leaves fall in unison with the rain that drops

                The flowers bloom in colors bright as loud voices

                 The birds chirp in choir as if in a majestic orchestra

The poet smiles.

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                                               There is a language not spoken but is heard

                                   Not an utterance of words but in the irony

Of silence that speaks so loud

Everything talks in a joyful mystery

                             She stares up the sky

                      Sees the Hand that made everything

               She smiles once more.