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.