Little Sounds

There are few places in this world of screens and shows,
where you can sit, and breath, and listen,
to those small sounds that normally fade into white noise.
A breeze whispering through your hair,
      bringing the chirping of insects,
             and the rustling of leaves.
The heaviness in the air before the first raindrop falls.
Or a single bird calling out into the air,
      sharing its stories with the grasshoppers.

Listening is a lost art.
Even the crinkling of pages beneath the writer's hand,
      or the smooth flow of words from a pen.
We all have things that we need to hear.
All we need to do sometimes, is sit and listen.