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The sounds of nature

Close your eyes and sit
And listen to the sounds
Of nature all around you
Listening to different kinds
Of birds, it’s like a
Symphony in an orchestra

The sounds of nature
The sounds Of leaves
As they blow in the wind
It is a very unique sound
All its own, so watch them blow
all around the sounds of nature

The sounds of nature
Most people won’t
Take the time to listen
To this sounds of nature
Too busy making it dime
Oh what a crime it is not to find
The time to listen to the sounds
Of nature

The sounds of nature
Sit and listen to the rain
As it has a soothing sound
As it is smoothing to one’s mind
So you take the time to listen
To the sounds of nature, please do.

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Bernadete van d...

I do this every day. The sounds of nature, your title grabbed my attention. Good poem Greg, I really enjoyed reading it. Happy writings to you.Ā  BĀ 

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Shirley Harrison

I feel completely serene reading this, isn't nature beautiful, most of the time.i was once in an earthquake that's wasn't such a pleasure but rain yes love to hear the rain. Beautifully crafted dear Greg. 🌹 

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Neville

I did as I was told and listened intently but without effort .. and I swear I could hear the wind and the rain arguing outside my study window .. nice one Greg .. NevilleĀ 

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