Hear the wren along life’s path
perched there in the cherry tree;
which rattle like a tambourine,
as swells of breeze expels breath
then dance along each green leaf!
Listen to slick-back cricket
play an odd kind-of-violin
gurgling in soprano tones;
a gentry, gentle folk he is
hidden beneath bleeding hearts.
Hearken to the bubbling brook;
which wanders wearisome
under plank of man-made bridge,
trickling over stony rock, as
rainbow trout journey river bed.
Earbuds dangle upon your chest;
pumping, pumping as you walk.
Did you know that nature’s sounds…
can calm the heart and rest the soul;
an era of meditation just out-the-door?
When I’m biking or hiking or even writing there is so much to hear in the natural world. Try it… maybe you’ll like it.