A Glorious Sound

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

but

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.