As along the valley road I walk,
I listen, I hear nature talk.
There is the buzzin' of a bee,
as it flits from tree, to tree.
The bell bird sends out its melodious call,
in the distance I hear the rumble of the water fall.
A fan tail darts past my face,
it's after the insects, it loves to taste.
A gust of wind goes swishing by,
causing the trees to shake, and sigh.
A skylark entertains the world with its trill,
never is nature quiet, or still.
As across the bridge I go,
I hear the trickle of the stream,
it makes me wonder in my mind,
what do the sounds of nature mean.