Listen

listen...  listen...
hide behind your fears
and listen...
puddles on the ground
telltale signs flowing
down from the hills,
sliding through
leaves and branches,
bouncing on the ground,
listen...
we are three
we are two
one on one
and gone again,
lost and found in the
morning showers,
crying skies
pour down on us all,
listen...
the sun is out 
brightly shinning
streaming rays
convey humidity
inside race...
listen...
to the sounds of it all.
lay on the ground
feel the wetness
hold firm
lift and learn
to what is not heard.

August 12, 2025