Nature's Sounds

• Emily Trinh
• Short Story
• 2006

Birds are chirping,
Fir trees rustling,
I listen closly,
Then I hear nothing.

Why are they hiding,
Nature's Sounds from me?
I won't hurt them,
I'll listen freely

The sound of the wind
blowing gently side to side,
and with me swaying softly,
It's really full of pride.

I like Nature's Sounds,
but they don't see,
that Nature's Sounds,
Make me breathe