“When streams are ripe and swelled with rain”
A little silver stream thrives on
meandering the lush green valley,
I hear its murmur- enjoy the susurration
of the constant music of the water
Tumbling, rolling, dissolving in air
Breath taking sights… beautiful melodies
Wet my heart and mind....
I listen to 'presences and noises'
watch their whimsical playfulness
lurching on the sides....
We are listeners, deaf in unexpected places
Serenity whispers through
every swoop of a bird, every stir of a wind,
Oh! Sounds live in the breath of silence
Listen, listen to the noisy sounds….
They are some of the BEST sounds ever –
Forever searching for ears to listen
Written for Mary's prompt : Poets United