There's a subtle sound falling on my ears;
I feel it's breath as it speaks.
It comes from the wind that blows through the trees,
and the ripples and waves of the creeks.
It's in the raindrops, in each leaf that falls,
in the flowers, and dew of the 'morn.
It's in the bird's wings, and the rays of the sun;
it's in each new babe that is born.
It beckons me, "Come! " It's calling my name;
it's voice so tender and sweet.
"Come home, " it whispers, "I'm waiting for you.
There's others I want you to meet."
My time is near, my race, I have run.
There's no sorrow, no regrets in my heart.
Just memories of life; some laughter, some tears,
I'll take with me, when once I depart.
So image rich! ! ! ! ! ! ! Lovely in all ways a poem should be lovely! A bouquet of 10's for you and a place on my fav poem list!
Oh thank you so much! So nice to be here among so many talented poets!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine and lofty verse written with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Great work of art. Thanks for sharing Charlotte and do remain enriched.
I truly appreciate your nice comment. Thank you so very much.