Night Time, Where No-One Can Hear Poem by Gavin Nelson

The sun drifts across the pink, silky, sunset and disappears down revealing darkness across this empty land of freedom.
The moon lights up the forests blackness with a glow that ricochets off the river reflecting the starry sky.
The sound of the majestic waterfall can be heard in the distance, the water booming down and settling into a pool so transparent…
A cold, sharp, wind races through the trees, crashing against the branches causing a symphony of echoes thundering through the night.
At the top of the rocky face above the clean, clear, crisp water, a wolf speaks to the world with a howl. A rustle in the trees and a deep booming hoot from a fat feathered owl caresses the breeze and travels for miles into the dark space of the forest.
Maybe a monkey screams and let’s his presence be known.
At this time the earth seems to be what it should be.
Blind to the truth
Blind to the human errors of destruction and murder.
For she is dying old Mother Nature, and at night time where no-one can hear, it’s the most beautiful sound of all.