Nature's symphony

Tears and raindrops can play,  the soft tunes of May.  Fingers gliding on keys of a piano,  dripping, drizzling on the green shadow.  Bearing heavy, but eventually fall.  Removing old layers of paint on the wall.  Left Answerless... Turning to those who can't.  Can you hear it?.. Violins. The breeze weaving through the tall strands, a silent tune, most are deaf to it.  Others ignore... Birds, they land on lines across the sky.  Softly playing the chords like a guitar, singing the morning melody.  The perfect chaos..  The calm sounds of water,  sometimes harch, like anger. Soft like a touch from a lover,  a chior, frozen underneath the river.  The calls and language of the wild.  A gentle reassurance.  Beautifully unique but taken..  Ours only when we try.                                                                Talia Molzahn