Chimes of the trees
The beats of a stump
Creativity of leaves
Claps of waves
The whooping winds
And where do all these
Great sounds come from
I ask then sigh with no reply
Then starts at a moments burst
West wing’s winds
North star’s starts
East coast’s waves
And the south’s setting suns
And all the sounds
I thought were lost
Were just the beats of our
Hearts, minds, bodies, and souls
nick trager
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sounds-4/
