The Orchestra Of Sound Poem by Holly Pearce

The orchestra of wildlife distantly calling,
As the wind threads through the trees,
The trees like broken skeletons,
As winter leaves the green.

A trample of hooves or even our feet,
Disturbs the many faces,
Their placed throughout the forest,
As benches or as a distant memory.

Enraptured by nature we flourish into the outdoor life,
The surroundings resemble a masterpiece,
Only forbidden if we do not see,
A beautiful environment blanketing media interaction.

The distant beating of butterfly wings,
The many natural sounds,
The red tree chuckling as we tickled it,
Laughing as he uses a magnifying glass to see us small.

The flow of the river gushing beneath our feet,
What a breathtaking sight,
The serene nature of the scene,
Becoming known throughout our visit.

The forest portrays a place of wonder,
As the leaves crunch beneath our feet,
A place of amazement and beauty,
As the flowers fidget squeezing closely apart,

Like fledging free into a place of loveliness,
The blinding wildlife taking the internal role of colour,
The birds singing in the distance reverberating within the trees barrier,
Protected by the great.

The orchestra of sound.