"music that is only made for natures ears"

misty moving morning
birds singing anxiously to bring the sun
cars moving nosily along the front lawn

aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh silence for a precious second
or i should say, natural, nature sounds for a minute
my mind having to jump between both
on and off

i look deep and far thru the tall trees and can peer into the foggy salt marsh from here
freedom and repose there
if i were a bird i'd fly

i'd fly and fly and see the sky
i'd look down and see how silly we are

the birds have done their job of parting the fog and welcoming the sun
the wind ever so slightly moves the maples' leaves like fingertips on a piano
playing the sweetest music that is only made for natures ears.

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