A cold February morning
A brand new day dawning
Fresh crisp air upon your face
Hello and good day to the human race.
Listen, just listen, what can you hear?
Light breeze blowing beside your ear
Now close your eyes, does it change?
Many other sounds come into range.
Amazing isn’t it? It’s not just us now
Animals and birds, a squirrel upon a bow
In the distance what can be heard?
Listen, just listen, is it really a bird?
A strange croaking sound, a frog maybe
In a garden beyond, from what you can see
It’s funny how, we just presume it’s known
That sound we hear without being shown.
Sometimes we need to be in the moment
To listen, just listen, in silent contentment
Try once more, just gently close your eyes
The birdsong is exquisite, even the chick’s cries.
You know, it’s just a few moments, not long
A few minutes maybe, to listen to birdsong
You will be amazed at what you might hear
The sweetness and an innocence of nature laid bare.
You will find it quite soothing, relaxing in fact
To be at one with yourself, natural, no act
So take time for yourself, nobody will care
Listen, please listen, to what is already there.
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