The nooks and cranies whisper verses to me,

While the vast open skies sing a soothing lullaby.

The bright sun rays dance a synchronised quadrille round the room,

As my eyes flutter open to the waltz of the wind.

~*~

Hey! I am back, with a single poem. I'll do my best to update regularly. 

Do you feel nature trying to speak to you, like through the rustle of the leaves or the whisper of the wind? Or do you feel it's own in-built rhythm that is somehow comfoon it's own...?