The Quietude
The morning birds serenade
Under an ash coloured sky.
The crows respond in a course reply.
Listening deeply you can hear
The fluttering of wings
And the sounds of life
In the nearby trees.
The sounds of cars in the distance
And the hiss of bustling traffic
In the far-off distance.
The quietude is filled with
Life and sound to those
Who listen deeply to
The rippling stillness.
Eudaimonia Journal 