The wind moves in
And around the
Trees and grooves
Representing the solitude
In the jungle.

The dry leaves fall
Making noise of lower decibel.
The old man in the
Lonely hut murmurs
Mourning his fate
And the emptiness
He sees in his future.

The new born baby
As well cries
Expressing no happiness
About the wonderful world
He has come to.

The sweet sound of flute
Resonating the air
The inspiring melody
A call of happiness
Like that of a cuckoo!!
Another phonetic event.

Not only melodies
But there are lot of noises too,
The noise pollution,
Spoiling the
God given moments of silence.