When you walk in silence in the morning...
you hear the wind whisper to the trees...
as the syncopation of the crickets
floats upon the breeze.
Soon the nightingale, the blackbird,
the owl...and the chickadee
begin to sing, as if rehearsed...
their morning melody.
Flowers hear the singing
and, to me at least, it seems
the music wakes them gently
from wherever flowers dream.
Perhaps that’s why throughout the year
and primarily in Spring...
if you listen to them closely
you can hear the flowers sing.
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