A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
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Have you heard the somber chorus,
Of the raindrops in the forest?
Have you heard the desperate growl,
Of the lone-wolf on the prowl?
Have you seen the skittish trails,
Left by the family of speckled quails?
Have you spied the watchful owl,
As it searches for brush-fowl?
Have you smelled the coming rains,
As the stormclouds near the plains?
Have you sniffed the wayward whiff,
Of the creosote on the cliffs?
Have you felt the mounting power,
That the Earth holds in this hour?
Fevered Mind 
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