You write of gushing 'sounds'

of the river as it winds

over valleys mountains and mounds

Slips and slides and in its course finds

a nightingale perched upon a tree

casting forth her melody.

You write when the sun shines,

bright at its zenith

it hums with a tune of its own

and that when thousand little bees

scurry over the garden ..

the 'buzz' and go forth.

I have seen the trees dance and sway

I have felt the cool of the water gay

the sun has often kissed me

and so has the rainbows mirth

and i have seen the birds flutter.

But not once in my life have i 'heard'

them buzz..hum..or rustle.

 Not once have  heard the song of the rain,

though many claim so

I wonder why havent I.

I really wonder why??

What difference does these

queries and wonder make to me

for it is an eternal truth

that i speak word ..

express ideas

and sing songs that

I myself do never hear!!