When the morning is quite still
Sol has yet made its grand entrance
Roosters begin to sing their song

Water of the pond as even as glass
Breezes moving through the trees
Light to the touch, never staying long

If one bends their ear in all directions
An opportunity to hear a symphony of life
Will be theirs to enjoy on this new day

Listen was written at a point of deep relaxation and contemplation at a cabin in north Georgia. My wife and I were visiting for the week with some friends, and one morning I was alone on the porch as the sun was rising. It was a beautiful moment. The only sounds I heard were those that weren’t man-made.