LISTEN (An Original Poetry) DAY 27

there is a casacade of water glistening;
a charade of chatters, deep In the trees.
the gibbering of man-like synonyms.
echoing stealthily;
as it claps like thunder, the jungle's delight
and fading deep into the sunset.

Listen.
there is a xylophonic sound.
traveling,
into the depths of the mountain top.
and ricocheting back like a happy boomerang.
It rings, rangs and rung.
like the lapping of tired waters in the caves.

Listen,
there is a voice, like the rush of feathers.
the tweeting of a day-old albatross.
is colliding with the sweet rush;
of sea waters, foaming beautiful lathers.
all in a beautiful symphonic melody.
harmoniously ringing; to the creators delight.

Listen;
there's a gentle tapping of tender fingers
on the tough skin of the ancient drums.
it's signalling to the forest to die;
at the command of the moon.
as nature sleeps deep like the stillness of a grave.
to rise again in the morn.