Nature Whispers

How long the day is.
Beating its chest, making its presence known.
Consistent and steady with an unwavering
tone.

A train trudging forward on
precarious tracks,
cogs burning hot and
smoke bleeding black.

At the end of a continuous circle,
brief sanctuary from moments hurtful.
Wind whistles through the trees,
and room opens for the soul to breathe.

When all thoughts disperse
then nature whispers.