DENNIS JOHN FERADO

DENNIS JOHN FERADO

I CAN HEAR THE RIVER WHEN SHE SINGS

Sky sounds like Chopin’s Opus 53

Clouds rolling in a cleansing mode

Wind’s gale tugging at my wings

Storm is rolling up the road

I sense the river when she wants to sing

Trees are chanting I hear their harmony

Leaves are shaking in multiple tones

My feet are swift like the crackling waters

The teeth of the night bite into my bones

I feel the river she’s about to sing

I heed the wind the wind is very wise

I listen to trees they know many things

Sometimes they howl sometimes they sigh

I met a bird who taught me to fly

Now I can hear the river when she sings

Copyright 2013 Dennis John Ferado