Birds jabber, call, shrill and hoop.
Is that a monkey I hear in the distance?
The dry leaves silently rain
until they hit the ground with a gentle “clack”.
The silence is alive with sound,
with nature singing the song of life.
This noisy ecstasy underlies our silence.
nor the whining of advertising jingles.
It is not the insidious gossip hum
nor the jealous judgement call.
Nature is celebrating in spontaneous outpourings
of joyous chirping.
Counterpointing the mind’s distracting chatter.
A symphony of silent sounds,
inviting us to be quiet