Listen

Listen to it. All of it. Everything. Even (occasionally) people.

Listen, can't you hear it, child?

The singing of the trees?

Listen, can't you hear it, child?

The soft whisper of the breeze?

The croak, croak, croak

of green, green frogs

who have just awoke?

Listen, can't you hear it, child?

The cawing of the birds?

Listen, can't you hear it, child?

Their small, unspoken words?

Listen to 

the soft, soft moan

of trees in the storm

Does it shake you to the bone?

Can you hear

the laughing crackle

of the fire

smiling like a jackal?

Do you hear it, all?

Do you hear the songs they sing?

Now listen closely,

listen, now, to me;

The singing of the birds and bees

Is just for you and me.