Voices of Nature

O'er the mountain,

Under gray sky, 

An eagle calls,

I hear his cry. 


O'er the mountain, 

Doves mourn and cry, 

Sit and listen, 

As they all sigh. 


The creatures chatter, 

Softly 'neath trees. 

I hear voices, 

On a soft breeze. 


Fox tells her story,

Hare wants to sail,

Larkspur hails song;

I hear their tale.  

This poem is about: 
Our world


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