Natural Sounds Poem by Rizwana Sultana

One of the greatest wonders,
Of the world are sounds,
They add to this charming world,
Taste and fantasy, profound.

The soft, musical rain,
Shuttering and cluttering,
And the chip notes of warblers,
In the air, fluttering.

The rhythmic song of cuckoos soaring,
The fiery thunderstorm roaring,
Fruits falling on the soft ground,
Making a thumping sound.

Tiny sound of grasshopper,
Moving in the day's brightness,
The cry of whistling crickets,
When daylight is replaced by darkness.

The river hurriedly moving,
Fighting its way through pebbles,
Struggling through wild weeds and stones,
Forming white foam-like bubbles.

The beaks of woodpeckers rapping,
On the brown tree trunks,
Making holes on the tree- bark,
And removing the wood chunks.

The shrill cry of owls,
Hooting under the stars' canopy,
In the moonless, starry night,
Breaking the quietness's monotony.

All these are soothing sounds,
Created by nature and forest life,
They make the surroundings bizarre,
And the atmosphere, live.

To move into this natural world,
Our busy schedule doesn't permit,
Since man is preoccupied in urban life,
And doesn't spare even a minute.

Who could have come to know,
About the eerie storm and rain,
Had there not been natural sounds.
And no music insane?

I recall that in my adventure camp,
We were told to close our eyes,
And caution on every natural sound,
Which, by manual nuisance, dies.

Then we were asked to say,
Whatever sounds we heard,
Whether they are of the flowing water,
Or any sweet calling bird.