I hear warbles and caws,
Roars and squawks.
The language of nature,
When the critters talk.
Not always easily seen,
But certainly heard,
Lulling my spirit,
With their melodious word.
It's a symphony of simplicity,
A chorus of creation,
In a languid language,
Of their daily recreation.
I am mesmerized and soothed,
Like a balm, it does heal.
Clearing out your mind,
And making you blindly feel.
But now, I must leave,
I must go watch and listen, some more.
For I've no idea, what next,
Nkorho has for me, in store.