To the whispers of the swaying trees,
To the prick of a dew drop clinging to a leaf,
To the laugh of the crackling wall,
To the wail of the newborn bird,
To the pounding of two hearts entwined,
To the static of an untuned radio,
To the mumur of isolated voices,
To the twang of a string on a guitar,
To the dance of the plastic bag in the street,
To the whirling thoughts inside one's head,
To the cough of a worn-down car,
To the growl of distant thunder,
To the patter of falling rain,
To the licks of a cleaning cat,
To the faint hum of technology,
To the scratching of a pen against paper,
To the gossip of the bees,
To the roar of a beaming fire,
To the sigh when everything falls into place,
Just listen.
* Photo by me *
To the prick of a dew drop clinging to a leaf,
To the laugh of the crackling wall,
To the wail of the newborn bird,
To the pounding of two hearts entwined,
To the static of an untuned radio,
To the mumur of isolated voices,
To the twang of a string on a guitar,
To the dance of the plastic bag in the street,
To the whirling thoughts inside one's head,
To the cough of a worn-down car,
To the growl of distant thunder,
To the patter of falling rain,
To the licks of a cleaning cat,
To the faint hum of technology,
To the scratching of a pen against paper,
To the gossip of the bees,
To the roar of a beaming fire,
To the sigh when everything falls into place,
Just listen.
* Photo by me *

A gorgeous macro and the poem is so beautiful, rich with sonorous images! Wonderful sustenance for the spirit!
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