i awoke to sounds of busyness
the trees have shed their leaves
and bare before my soul it is.
i listen to man-made sounds,
autos running to and fro,
the whistle in the distance of
a train as it approaches the crossing.
saddened i do not hear nature's music
i bend my ear and comes the beauty near
the sound of a happy bird chirping
as i press to hear more in the background
the splendor of a faint singing of more winged ones.
how glorious in early morning i rise.
listen to what you hear.