If

If rainbows end could cry,
cascades of colours they'd shed.
Prisms of glorious light, would
be dancing inside your head.

If birds could sing in words,
delightful tunes we'd hear.
Twilights chorus would be so musical,
and natures life would be clear.

If a bubbling crest could talk,
as it crashed upon the sands.
The deepest secrets would be
revealed, ours to hold in our hands.

Surrounded by wonderful things,
natures natural colours and sounds.
So much for us to hear and see, if only
we'd stop, listen and look around.

 

Written Oct, 2007