The brook on the hillside is babbling along.
The bird in the treetop sings a sweet song.
The wind in the treetops murmurs a breeze
And what is that buzzing? It’s the buzzing of bees.
The rain pitter-patters on my window pane
But it splashes and gurgles when reaching the drain.
When angry, the wind howls and screams in distress
Whilst the sun’s warming fingers just silently bless.
A dog barks quite loudly when someone’s about,
Whilst humans, when angry, quite quickly will shout.
The sheep call their youngsters with a familiar bleat
Whilst munching’s the sound you may hear when we eat.
The watery sound of the waves on the shore;
The wheezing and snuffling when anyone snores;
The call of the cuckoo says: 'Spring is now here.'
These voices of nature all come through our ears.
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