Sound Off

I have no desire to hear the worlds words rather would I the chirping of birds to hear the clapping of leaves in the breeze whirring of hummingbirds wings of the bees Or the babbling sounds of the brook the rumbling of earth when its being shook the patter upon my roof of the rain the sounds of the city care I to abstain I love the plunging of waves upon rocks detest the noise of the ticking of clocks road blare of wheels upon tar and cement or clamor of crowds who attend an event The racket of what some people call song which clashing smashing banging belong but the voices of wolves howling by moon or soulful longing in notes of the loon the rustle and whisper of wind in the wheat tender the note of a newborn lambs bleat expressions of nature when its in play I want to hear what the animals say The laughter of children learning a game squawks of chickens and sheep that are tame the wail of wind through a window crack splitting of thunder lighting nights black The chill on the spine from a low growl so quiet you can hear the drop of a towel music that lifts the breath of ones soul the crackle of ice which freezes a pole the echoes in canyons when you give a call snapping of trees when in a storm fall the rustle and flush the dog and the pheasant their decent upon my ears very pleasant I want to hear the sounds of Gods garden when the trial is over I've got a full pardon the voices of those whose hearts that I love when I hear these its you I think of These are the things that to my heart speak sounds of the ones newborn pats of baby feet take me away from Babylon's din the screeching and static created by men COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC