Harmony of the Forest

The woods is music.

He hears the wind's sweet sigh.

He feels the cool, crisp air.

He sees the cluster of tall trees,

Swaying branches and rustling leaves.

 

He sees and hears the birds that fly

And those chirping among the trees.

He admires the soothing sound

Of sweet and tranquil melodies.

 

He sees the setting sun

And feels the warmth it creates.

He sees the glitter and gleam

Of its golden and scarlet rays.

 

He sees the silver moonlight

That gently touches his face.

The silvery beam makes his eyes

Flicker like fireflies.

 

He listens to the falling rapids

And the river ever flowing.

He sees, he hears, he smells, he feels

The harmony of the forest.

 

Author's Note

I was 12 years young when I wrote this.

Reviews

[SuspectGray]

I like the rhyme scheme of the first and 4th stanzas....kind of wish the others matched. But no matter an interesting piece for a 12 year old to have written. ( : O )

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This guides on through the lines...
and for 12 years old...
this floated in the air...
as I read this one...

[* Mourning Starr *]

Beautiful Maxinne as is all of your work simply beautiful, this was a lovely write with great flow and imagery

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

...i'm reiterating my views to it...

"harmony of the forest"--very clever idea... it seems more than a music harmonizing with the nature...

The man (he) in here was a brilliant aspect, you have had created a subject relating with Mother Nature, it is as if the man (in here) was the husband of "mother nature"...just my cents of speculations 'bout your idea..i hope it coincides....


And you gave a tremendous sensitiveness on the theme "harmony"...you combined the senses with the harmony of the nature's beauty...