In This Town of Very Soft Sounds

I have lived in other northern towns with the loud noise of scooters, of racing cars that deafened the ears, but in this town of very soft sounds the lowest sound is a canary that wakes me whenever he pleases; I simply named him," Happy " for his harmonious chirps so groovy. In my younger years, it didn't matter much where I lived, now it does; the clean street flanked by beautiful oak trees is the perfect heaven created by ingenuous hands that foresaw a happy living... and with flora and fauna enduring, all the revealed beauty is shared in joyful moments. Whenever another sunset approaches, silence soothes the lonely soul in contemplation; the children have gone home, the ravens don't croak, it's time for prayer and meditation...