listen
Our ears are exquistely tuned
to the constant chorus of wild places. The waters, the movement of the trees high above in the breeze the constant gossip of birds the humming of insects, the chuff of a nearby squirrel; we know these sounds. Walk quietly, like a fox let them in. "I can hear the ocean!" --9 year old boy on first visit to a redwood grove, hearing the treetops move in the breeze. |