Waves crash against sandy shores
Like a paint brush on a canvas
Gentle breezes flying
Singing soft sounds

Traveling cross harsh winds and sky
Reaching the ears of Nature
Who answers back with a gentle hum

Creating a different kind of music

I listen and call back with a whistle
Adding to the sweet melody

Sometimes the waves are short
The rhythm is off
The hum of Nature is out of tune
And I can not whistle the correct instrument

But tomorrow the waves will be strong
Nature will hum once again
And I will call back
Listen
And whistle

Singing together
Melting together
Creating together

The sweet music I know by heart