Petals raining from the sky,
As the clouds begin to cry.
Dropping petals of fresh roses,
A symphony this world composes.
Wipe away those solemn tears,
Let the music fill your ears.
Listen to the world around you,
As it sings, it will astound you.
 
Filling your lungs with the songs of birds,
Surrounded with that which has no words.
But tells of a million things
From the trees, to the fields to the bubbling springs.