The trees see it all and judge
Rooted in earth and fiction
Bearing the assaults of elements and of man
Eager to share, but standing unheard

 

The birds see it all and judge
From high in the nest or in swift flight
Singing their songs while meandering south
Eager to share, but flying unheard

 

The cliffs see it all and judge
Soil clinging with the last drop of strength
Earth grumbling while tumbling
Eager to share, but falling unheard

 

The poets see it all and judge
Anchored by words.  Eyes and ears open
Standing.  Flying.  Falling.
Eager to share, but forever unheard

 

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Humanity might fare that little bit better
Should it listen to the trees, the birds,
The cliffs and the poets;
To the music of what happens

 

Written using Seamus Heaney's poem "Song" as a prompt - the last line is also his.