The Voice Of Creation
A wrinkle in the lonely landscape,
Colossal peaks of icy granite,
A million trees on steeply hills,
The song of winds; who sings it?
Below, amidst the waving grasses,
A flattened valley lies as if unseen,
Unnoticed by the hurried traveler,
It speaks, yet goes on as if unheard.
A voice is heard so soft, yet so alive,
The valley calls, the distant cliffs reply,
The trees and hills and land converse,
The mountains call, the valley answers.
When clouds and mist hang very low,
The mountaintops grow very silent,
Their mighty peaks are hidden now,
The valley strengthens for a moment.
But alas the glory is soon passed on,
For when the winter clouds have lifted,
The evening sun reveals its secret,
Again the mountains claim the prize.
A million trees all draped with white,
They droop beneath their dress of bounty,
The rocky peaks are bathed in sunlight,
They glint with new found beauty.
When the sun recedes beyond the peaks,
The valley rests in tranquil darkness,
Quiet reigns, the Voice of God is heard,
Peace is felt beneath the shining stars.
Jesse Fast's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (The Voice Of Creation by Jesse Fast )
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
William Ernest Henley
- OUR STREETS شوارعنا, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- The Cure For Winter Blues, Doris Beaulieu
- Tractor Pulls (Poem), Doris Beaulieu
- What It Would Take, David Whalen
- ASHES IN THE EYES, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- الجناس, Abdullah alHemaidy
- world, Samuel Temidayo
- A Carl Andre Sampler, Paul Geiger
- OUR FALLEN LEAVES اوراقنا المتساقطة, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Nothing to my sleep!, Gedion Onyango