Wind sound, leaves shaking, blinking,
branches, trees, rattling, hiding everything.
Stand and listen to everything around you.
Where you are there is no radio, no traffic,
no people, phones, TV or children.
just sound, world loud life around sound,
encapsulating everything in dim
light green grey shade and rain sound
dripping over leaf, log and rock running water
sound as background, foreground and filling
as if to say you are not significant here,
only here because you stand and listen,
only here at the edge, a periphery of life
not condensed, not alive to the world.