Poem -

LISTEN

Listen as the winds whisper through the trees

Delivering a message we cannot hear

Because we listen with closed ears

Our minds  closed to what could be

Or maybe the message was only meant for the tree?  

Listen as the stream ripples through the rocks

Listen to the croak of a nearby frog

Watching as the stream begins it’s long journey

Into  the river

Then into the sea

Finally an ocean

As wide as the eye can see

Listen as the raindrops

Bounce about your feet

Playing a melodic rhythm  

Set to constant repeat

But still it falls from the sky

Falls in its billions

And renews the earth

Making the soil turn

To fresh green turf

Listen as the bee goes about his day

Pollenating flowers

Is just part of his way

He returns the favour

Makes the pollen into honey

Which we gather

Put into jars

And sell for lots of money

Listen as your dog greets you with a bark

He’s happy to see you

And wants you to take him a walk in the park

Chase a stick or ball that you throw

He just wants to play and let you know

 he missed his owner today

and it’s time for his dinner

Listen as your wife says

“Please put down the toilet seat”

Something that she has to ask

Set to constant repeat

But do us fellows listen

No, I don’t think so

Cause when we go

We have to go

Us men just let it flow

This is a polite ask, if you have took the tome to read this poem please be kind and leave a review. thanks jeff

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