Poetry in Nature

Have you never heard the rhythm
Of a falling sheet of rain?
Heard the gentle pitter-patter
Of the droplets on the pane?

Or the leaves that fall in Autumn,
Softly tumbling to the ground,
Have you never heard the rhythm
Of that sweet Autumnal sound?

Has your heart lost touch with Nature?
Is your spirit deaf and blind?
Have you never cared to notice
What might take some time to find?

In the morning, in the evening,
In the mellow afternoon –
Balance is the orb of Nature;
Nothing is too late or soon.

Some sweet metronome, so faintly,
Keeps the rhythmic beat of Time,
Will you never stop to listen?
It is poetry in rhythm...
It is poetry in rhyme.

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Based on a comment by Chesterton that free verse is missing all the true freedom and wildness of Nature... taking away meter is turning our backs to the rhythm of the whole world around us.