Nothing heard, the air still,
no breeze disturbs the willow
the lily sleeps, her petals fold,
moon-lit shadows in the wood
sombre, sleeping primroses,
all nature shivers as moonlight
fades and dark returns before
the sun begins his daily task
waking farmyard cock and snail.
Darkest hours of night
chimes unheeded, sleeping
one more hour to dawn.
Rise again from your bed
to sounds of earth and willow.
John Rickell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sounds-of-earth/
