What I....

I listen to the whispers of the wind

To the laughter of the clouds

I listen to the whispers of the river

To the cackling sound of the birds

I listen to the cries of the earth

To the moaning of the meadow

I witness the birth of a flower
To the death of a full grown tree

I see light giving way to a new life

To light taking away from the young

I see mothers cry for their children

To children laughing at their mothers