Valley’s Echo Singular Song

"In the echo of silence, the whispers of the Divine are heard." By Rumi I entered the winding path into the captivating vale Surrounded by ice-capped mountains and ancient trees Firs, larches, redwoods, spruce, and ash, all grand I shouted in glee: “I’m here!” All around some Echo replied. A repetitive Echo, always vibrating and mesmerising. What a singular sound to hear nature at its best! I lounged beneath the shade of an old maple tree, Where the verdant vale lay sprawled in front of me. Balmy breezes blew through dark green trees, an Echo divine. Tiny thrushes flitted from bush to bush. They permeated the vale with their familiar songs. Occasionally they rested on a dense bush, Hush! Did I hear the song again? Choirs of echo resounded all around the lush plateau. Down on the majestic plain, a babbling brook meandered Towards a clump of cottages, providing water for all. The rivulet was a sight with fronds of ferns unfolding. How delightful to hear the water emanating such dulcet echo As the stream zigzagged around rocks and small waterfalls. Every echo ended in silence profound and I was in God’s peace. A holy hymn hummed serene: echo after echo, all divine. Placed 1