Chill Out
I close my eyes
and listen
to the birds.
I can’t name them,
but it doesn’t matter,
I can still feast on their song.
Song,
well some sing beautifully,
others need to learn.
I sympathise with them,
I can’t sing either,
but it doesn’t matter,
there’s no one to hear me
if I join in.
and listen
to the birds.
I can’t name them,
but it doesn’t matter,
I can still feast on their song.
Song,
well some sing beautifully,
others need to learn.
I sympathise with them,
I can’t sing either,
but it doesn’t matter,
there’s no one to hear me
if I join in.
I close my eyes
and listen
to the insects.
I hear their fly past
and their settling on nearby plants.
Sometimes they will alight on me
as if they wish to examine
this strange creature,
this lone interloper
in their world.
I open my eyes
when I feel them
so that I can admire
their beauty
and strangeness
before they move on,
flying
or crawling
and leave me alone again.
and listen
to the insects.
I hear their fly past
and their settling on nearby plants.
Sometimes they will alight on me
as if they wish to examine
this strange creature,
this lone interloper
in their world.
I open my eyes
when I feel them
so that I can admire
their beauty
and strangeness
before they move on,
flying
or crawling
and leave me alone again.
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