Sound Of Landscape

Sometimes I wonder,what does a landscape sound like?
Do you hear the words oh so lively?
And the soft swoosh of the wind?

I walk under the sun,holding its hand.
And the sunlight rays held mine.
In nighttime,we sang songs as the moon shine.

And the stars play a melody divine.
The landscape has its own soundscape.
It exists at cloud nine.

Birds chirp,sun glow.
And in the air,peaceful flow.
I used to hear pure silence.

But from the eyes of a poet,you can hear about anything.
Even the distant shore.
I create new worlds and critters with my pen.

And they all listen and admire nature.
Birds chirp once more.
I go and head out my door.

And I start a new adventure.
out there,I explored the noises.
I became a better person and did better choices.

The birds’ chirping is angelic.
And there is no better sound than ocean waves at the shore.
If only you could hear sunsets and sunrises.

With their own serene melody playing.
Will the clouds begin to hum and sing?
Will the pain and regrets still sting?

Soundscapes have sounds eternal.
But alas,it doesn’t last forever.
Let’s go and explore nature together.

Hear the birds chirp and the leaves rustle.
When the wind sings its song.
And we stargazed for very long.

Nature plays its own song.
A mix of birds singing.
And the wind softly blowing.

The grass had a green color and lively scent.
But it doesn’t make as much noise.
Will you come and listen with me?

Will you let the birds chirping set us free?
Even when you are not with me,I still listen.
I think of the moon and my eyes glisten.

As I hear the wind swoosh and cold ,crisp air.
It’s like it’s meant to be there.
As i hear it loud and well in my ears.