#WhisperingNature

It was a night along the aisle,
I heard a silence that made my skin high.
My hair stood still as I dragged along the path,
Nature's whispering is one with which I think not to part.

The unified chittering of the crickets at night,
Reminds me that come morning, comes the light.
The stillness of the tree branches at night,
Says to me, "all swaying troubles will come to a halt."

The cooing of the owls,
Lends credence to a lurking sorrow.
The hooting and cawing of the ravens,
Open the pathways for departing souls.

The bloated firmament ponders the goings of the earth,
To speak, seek, love, live, and die.
The water and many waters turn the waves and tides,
A proof of life is not always a bed of roses.

The sixth day creation being lord over all,
Yet all is subject to one and only Lord of all.
The black and grey hairs walk and work the cosmos,
To multiply life, and at last end the life.

Thus, a wondering nature submits..
When man dies someday, he will someday.
Shall he add to the land, the seas, or nature around?
Or shall he be with the angels on the piano, playing a sonorous sound?

© Akinwole Samuel Olalekan