On days like today, I wish I were a poet. I wish my words could describe this moment in time in a way that would draw you in and delight you with what you hear. I am sitting in what may be my new favorite spot, on my back patio at the end of the day surrounded by nature.
The very first sound I notice is the sound of silence. It is so peaceful! I do not hear cars or emergency vehicles in the distance. I do not hear airplanes overhead or noisy neighbors. I hear nature!!!
Then the sounds begin to come in layers. At first I hear the chirping and singing birds and then the buzzing of the bees. I hear the call of the crow and hoot of the owl. There are at least a dozen different bird songs all happening at this very moment. I hear the falling acorns and the scurrying squirrels. I can hear the distant bark of a dog and the low hum of a tractor.
Then there is my favorite sound of all of natures sounds, the gentle sound of the wind rustling the leaves on the trees. At first I can see the movement in the trees at a distance, and then I hear the leaves begin to rustle as the wind works its way through the canopy, then I can feel it… the cool gentle breeze.
The sound grows louder and the breeze washes over me and then it is gone leaving me waiting, hoping for more. Then there it is again, softly gently soothing fresh and clean, a wave filled with sound and movement. On the breeze is the smell of barbecue and the sound of children laughing.
It’s as though God himself is wrapping His loving arms around me to let me know that He is here with me, watching over me, sending me a little message of hope in the caress of the wind.
I linger waiting, listening and wishing…that I had the words… i wish i were a poet…