I listen to the sounds
of this September morning.
The soft rustling of leaves
in cool breezes
transforms each branch
into wind chimes.
All around me is green,
vibrant life,
vivid verdant,
in layer upon layer upon layer
as my gaze travels down the street.
And the rustling begins anew.
Soft percussive notes,
rising and falling
forming a sea of sound
in waves that could carry me away.
Let me float on the crests
and ride the valleys.
As I lie back
let my eyes take in the sky
filling me with wonder
in the vastness
of this perspective.
Let me rest
in vastness
in peace.
Do you feel the peace?