If the bird song fell silent for a moment as the sun reached his flames into the sky, what would I hear? Would I hear the soft flutter of butterfly wings, or the breeze whistling through the blades of grass? Perhaps the earth would hum a delicate background tune that echoes in the empty skies. Or maybe I would hear the soft ebbing of the tide as it caresses the shore, a distant loving embrace. If the world fell silent in these moments as day breaks would I hear my own thoughts as they linger on my skin, would I hear the universe whispering letters of love, would the sun speak of passion and the descending moon speak of wisdom? What would I hear if I could not hear the birds morning melody?
Karen Hayward ©2016