Hearing the Birds Sing

Walking, stepping and thinking was the focus that moment. Being absorbed in the internal dilemmas of life was the mood. Nature was not acknowledged by my heart or mind. The birds chirping not heard. My neighbors beautiful rose bushes not seen. Anothers green, lush and well kept lawn unappreciated. But then the single shape and red color of a rose reopene my senses. My eyes saw the delicate folds of the flower. My heart felt the blanket softness of the grass. My ears heard the joyous singing of the happy birds. My brain leaped with the blue joy off the telephone line. Thankful for the restored appreciation for the healthy, healing and beautiful aspects of nature.