By Alobu Emmanuel
Birds sing in faint voices,
trying patiently to learn a new song.
Trees dance along,
Enjoying each rhythm flowing
from the tiny-winged creatures.
Streams join the birds in their hymns—
flowing silently,
all they could mutter were whispers…
Whispers of little drops,
traveling endlessly
The wind steals the melody of every tune;
sprinkling it on plants,
as they close their eyes slowly,
falling into a deep sleep.
Alobu K. Emmanuel alias Noble Alobu, is 1/4 of the Noble Poets (NPs). He’s currently a student of Philosophy at the University of Lagos. He believes nature holds a great deal of magic. Catch him on twitter.. @noble_alobu
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