Sometimes the modern world can be too much...

Hushed

H HHow I treasure those fleeting moments
when for an instant
there is no noise from objects powered
by infernal screaming fires:
t tthe incessant drone of passing planes
clattering suburban trains
chainsaw hacking at the trees
blower chases off the leaves
moped howling in the street
reversing lorry - beep beep beep!
B BBut for a few passing seconds
as precious as a jewel
All is stilled and
one can hear again:
T TThe soft rustling of the breeze
as it passes through the trees
fieldmice scampering through the grass
the beating wings of birds that pass
the murmur of a stream that's flowing
the countryside still slowly growing.

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