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The Sound of the Trees
Robert Frost

I wonder about the trees.

Why do we wish to bear

Forever the noise of these

More than another noise

So close to our dwelling place?

We suffer them by the day

Till we lose all measure of pace,

And fixity in our joys,

And acquire a listening air.

They are that that talks of going

But never gets away;

And that talks no less for knowing,

As it grows wiser and older,

That now it means to stay.

My feet tug at the floor

And my head sways to my shoulder

Sometimes when I watch trees sway,

From the window or the door.

I shall set forth for somewhere,

I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice

And tossing so as to scare

The white clouds over them on.

I shall have less to say,

But I shall be gone.

Once by the Pacific
Robert Frost

The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last ‘Put out the Light’ was spoken.

The Dawn

One morn I rose and looked upon the world. “Have I been blind until this hour?” I said. On every trembling leaf the sun had spread,

And was like golden tapestry unfurled;

And as the moments passed more light was hurled

Upon the drinking earth athirst for light;

And I, beholding all this wondrous sight,

Cried aloud, “Oh God, I love Thy world!”

And since that waking, often I drink deep

The joy of dawn, and peace abides with me;

And though I know that I again shall see

Dark fear with withered hand approach my sleep,

More sure am I when lonely night shall flee,

At dawn the sun will bring good cheer to me.

~Author Unknown


It’s positively

Horrible that people treat

Our big, beautiful

World like a trash can.

~Sayla Rylee

In The Night

it’s nighttime
no one stirs
but then
the owls
the crickets
the bats
the moths
many animals
finally come out
and their day begins
the sound of creatures
breaking out in a
joyful harmony
the soft rustling of plants
as they are disturbed by
the flow of beasts
are heard
the inky darkness
and flashes of light
and hints of color
are seen
some don’t notice the night
dismiss it
forget about it
but the ones that do notice
discover a new world