Nature’s symphony is at my door.
All I have to do is listen.
Each unique birdcall an instrument
The dog bark the percussion.
Small songbirds the flute.
Each call a pattern,
A song, a melody that makes up the whole.
I am surrounded by sound.
Pleasant, not pleasant
My ears hear it all.
What do you hear when you step outside?
An occasional firework goes off
even at this early morning hour.
The time to celebrate is always in order.
I listen and smile.