Environmental Voices: Poem

 

Environmental Voices

I.

The most beautiful music

Is the kind nature has been playing.

There is summer rain on leaves,

And a creek over stones.

Laugh of two Rosie Spoonbills

At sunset telling funny jokes.

Music of playful wind,

Dancing through tall grass,

And the distance owl that oohs for us.

Crickets’ songs on dark nights

Are the best voices at twilights.

Let’s celebrate Earth sounds

That does not come from speakers

But birds before sunrise.

Our Earth is blessed by songs

That nature always echoes.

II.

Nature full of hidden voices.

A river flowing over stones.

Birds greeting the forest with gentle songs.

Rain falling softly during storms.

Ocean waves meeting the store

Beneath the playful wind,

And leaves rustling high in the woodland canopy.

Each sound tells a different story.

Some soothe the heart,

Others clear the tired mind.

Environmental sound wakes up and keeps

The feeling we forgot was there to exist.

Let nature lead

Throughout its changing music rhymes.

Follow the creeks,

Wander green forests

For a few joyful moments.

Stay and listen to buzzing bees

And rest beneath the trees.

III.

Notice how noise of the world

Soften your heart.

With nature’s musical art.

Let the Earth bring a little more peace

Into your summer Sunday day breeze.

Tomshinsky@2026

Summer Rain: Poem

 Summer Rain

I.

Can you smell the rain? –

Yes. Also, I can feel the clouds at times.

Rain hits dry soils

And it releases plant oils.

The odor spreads faster

When the rain is moving.

My arthritis sure feels it observing.

I can tell you that it is going to rain

By the sound of the cloudy train.

I can smell the rain before it starts

At environmental health times.

II.

You smell the Earth and rain.

You smell what clouds are cooking.

Splits of O2 into O3 have musty smell,

A form of nature’s warning.

Birds fly low,

Crickets feel air pressure to go.

Summer rain brings freshness and purity.

Smell brings a vision and memory.

Smell vibes the emotional brain

When the clouds are dark and puffy,

There is no detour for the summer rain.

I can tell you that it is going to rain

By the sound of the cloudy train.

Tomshinsky@2026

Cherry and Mary: Poem

 

Cherry and Mary

The cherries have ripened.

My love for Mary deepens.

Red cherry for my sweet Mary. –

Why are you carry? –

I love my sweet Mary.

My love has ripened

My heart opened.

Sometimes, life gives you

A split second of beauty

The heart and eyes can hold onto.

Yabbadabbadoo!

You know what a poem can do

Because there is no end.

The single heart keeps open.

Tomshinsky@2026

A Little Gossip: Poem

 

A Little Gossip

Her lips always move

When music and lyrics groove.

This woman can write and talk

Even after clock.

She believes her heart can see,

And there is no charge or fee.

Usually, it is difficult to believe the eyes.

Only this woman can emphasize

 And recognize,

If you trust anyone with your guts.

It is absolutely nuts!

Some people have natural smarts.

Others are good with Psychology arts,

Haughty in manners

That irritates colleagues.

Tomshinsky@2026

Enthusiastic Kid: Poem

 

Enthusiastic Kid

God bless, save, and protect

The enthusiastic baby

In antique body.

C’mon, sweet baby!

Keep on with your childish curiosity.

You are amazing with your generosity.

You always are optimistic,

Energetic and enthusiastic.

My baby is supportive

And always adaptive.

Love is a burning thing

And requires a ring.

Cling, cling, cling

To the enthusiastic kid!

Tomshinsky@2026

Unimportant Day: Poem

 

Unimportant Day

I read this quote.

I wrote down this thought.

Here is my note. –

What is the unimportant day? –

A day without plan and plot,

When everything is at your throat.

For me, every day is a generator,

An open possibility

To create something greater

That cannot wait for later.

For sure, every day is meaningful.

It could be simple and cheerful.

It could be fearful.

It is up to humans to make it strategical.

There are no unimportant days.

It depends on what you chase.

Nothing in life comes on trays

There are so many ways

Hold down to every day and phase.

Look, your wishes lay sideways.

“Holidays, weekends, and workdays

Are the pathway

To make every day to headcount,” –

Said my caring Aunt.

Life, love, and laughter

Are three powerful words

With capital “L”

Never fail

Every unimportant day.

Tomshinsky@2026

One Early Morning: Poem

One Early Morning

Breathing anxiously while walking.

Watching the sunrise and feeling

The breeze of air on my skin.

This is about me. –

“How have you been?”

Times like this are quietest,

And safeties.

It is not about time killing.

It is about living and breathing,

One early morning,

By watching the sunrise while walking.

Tomshinsky@2026