The dripping of the rain
drops from the leaves,
The rustling of the
dry leaves under the feet.
The whistle of the old train,
From some distant station.
The sound of the wind,
That sways the branches
of some tree,
The buzzing sound of
the bumble bee,
The flapping of the
Bird's wings starled
from their little nests
to the blue sky.
The crackling sound
of the falling branches
of a tree,
The patter of the squirrels,
As they run on the
green grass.
The sound of the thudering
Lightening,
The sound of appluase,
When something done well.
The sound of the music,
In the air.
The ringing of the
Chruch or Temple bell,
The ringing of the
grazing cow's bell.
The pattering of nuts,
falling from a tree.
The sound of the cuckoo,
Singing it's song,
from some distant tree.
The sound of the silence,
When the noise goes to
it's long sleep.
Wonderful imagery in this poem, to be in tune with your senses is great, a 10 for this Best Wishes Lynda
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I would like to translate this poem
yes, i agree with lynda..a wonderfully descriptive poem