EARTH'S MELODY

The whisper of the wind blowing
Gently through the trees--
Close your eyes and listen in quiet,
You'll hear Earth's Melody.

No drums, guitars, or keyboards,
No amps or pyrotechnics--just
The earth playing it's song in it's own way.
Reminding people of what God's done for us.

The rustle of leaves, the fragrance of
Flowers, blend to make a sweet tune.
Birds sing in unison, yet differently--
All woven together as if on a loom.

You may hear faint whispers of sadness
Where earth has been destroyed by
Wildfire or human action, sad notes
Speak of sorrow, but then the notes rise.

They grow lighter and brighter--a
Symphony directed by God, He's the
Ultimate composer, not in a studio.
What's destroyed will become great beauty.

The rushing rivers and mountain streams
Provide a beautiful, pleasing calmness--
Like the ebb and flow of the ocean's tide.
Passed by each generation to the next.

You have to be quiet, and focused
To hear it play--of mountains and
Deserts, clouds in the sky.  Butterflies
And Hummingbirds--earth's symphonic band.