Analysis of The Soul of Nature

I thought I heard you whisper
as I stopped to pause awhile.
My eyes drank deep the visions
of nature's irrepressible style.

My senses flowed with feelings
that seeped into my brain,
osmotically absorbed
by all the beauty I surveyed.

You gently whispered to me
as leaves danced in the breeze.
The sun shone in its azure sky
between the clouds of peace.

The grass swayed with rhythm,
the flowers bowed and glittered,
with their myriad of colours
and style that they emitted.

I saw the children playing,
their voices bursting with joy.
They scampered round the park,
each precious girl and boy.

Their innocence and frailty
shone through youthful eyes,
they think not of hatred
they haven't been burdened so.

Time will tell another tale,
that's something we all know.
Those we call the elderly
were lost in silent reverie.

Of years gone by where loss
was the price paid for memories.
Now alone at night they dwell
with thoughts their only company.

But oh ~ how their wisdom
made them glow just like the sun;
as precious as the children,
as special as everyone.

You whispered softly of bygone times,
how some things never change.
There is no rhyme or reason
to the way life is arranged.

Ducks revelled in their watery abode,
birds glided up above.
They sing their songs so sweetly
but what are they singing of?

Do they sing of all they see
from their lofty view up high.
Do they have chance to twitter
at the 'humans' they espy.

All around me the mighty trees
stood their ground in silence, bar the whisper
of the wind as she made music
with their leaves of every colour.

I heard their soft rustling,
their chatter to each other.
What have these trees seen, we might ask
will we ever know the answer.

It's hidden in their textured
bark, concealed from open view.
They see it all, the pain and joy
in every shade and hue.

Natures full of many languages
we will never understand,
but we don't need the words
to know the essence of life’s plan.

You whispered to me that sunny day,
as a smile caressed my lips.
There’s so many things I want to know
that time alone will gladly show.

They say youth is wasted on the young.
I have to agree because I have only just begun.