Nature's Wavelength Poem by Rod Morris

Nature's Wavelength
The silent sound of wilderness is a breeze that quietly blows,
It's understood by those in tune who hear the ebbs and flows.
The awesome sound of storm-born waves crashing on the sand,
Racing up a shell-strewn ridge searching for the land.
The weary sound of nightfall when the sun has gone to sleep,
The subtle sound of creatures now stirring from the deep.
The unheard sound of shooting stars racing cross the skies,
Bewildering watchers as they see through their star struck eyes.
The scented sound of springtime as it whispers through the trees,
Bringing joy to dormant flowering buds, a feast for countless bees.
The happy sound of summer as warmth's within our reach,
The sound of holiday-makers, as they head for hills and beach.
The colourful sound of autumn as Mother Nature changes mind,
Artistic palette held in hand, squandering colour on mankind.
The chilly hand of winter makes the world its own icebox,
Comes the day for which we pray, at last we reset clocks.
Once more branch-bound blossoms come alive to do their thing,
Now is the hour for them to flower and us to welcome spring.
There's a deafening sound of silence for those who are on air,
For most this sound of silence is really something very rare.