Nature’s Chorus

Today I sat in the yard, on borrowed time. I waited patiently in hopes for the cardinal to come sit with me. Holding my breath so that he might come nearer. I felt the breeze upon my skin, listened to the song of the birds, the wind chimes in the distance… serenading me with the softest of melodies. A chorus of nature, that has always been, but I have not been listening for its song.

We stress and fret, voices raised, fists clenched, jaw tight

While outside of our window, the breeze blows

The phone rings, another day, another debt, another story in the news

While outside our window, the rose blooms

Blinded by the deadlines, in tune with our faults, we dwell on our failures. The list of demands growing; the needs are so great! The complications we create.

Simplicity is lost, drowned out entirely by the noise inside. Inside our hearts, inside our minds, inside our homes. We flit and scurry, we destruct and repair, we count the lack, we blame, and we despair.

While outside our window, the sun brightly shines

The media shouts, and the heaviness of guilt shrouds our every move, our every decision, “come NOW, do NOW”, we dutifully respond to each call.

While outside of our window the yellow leaves so gently and gracefully fall

A chorus of nature never ceasing to exist, but our hearts and minds rarely quiet enough to recognize its astounding power and remarkable presence. The wonders that surround us, the beauty and miracle of the tiniest living beings among us.

The stories they tell, the songs they sing;

a chorus of nature, that has always been, but I have not been listening for its song.

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