Nature The trees are all ruffled With the wind upon their leaves And the grass is whispering, And the water runs soft.

The sun is all golden, And the clouds float by Like dreams across the heavens, The sky has the hue of a pond, While the flowers nod their heads.

Nature sways back and forth, In the breeze that dances all around, Come and listen to her voice, For she has much to say.

• Langston Hughes