I wrote this during some free-write time in my classroom, writing alongside my students.
No single leaf falls
without a sound –
even if no one’s
around to listen –
the ground hears it,
the critters, too
Some days, the forest music
shimmers uncertain:
like buds in Spring
the ice of Winter
the crunch of Autumn
the breeze of Summer
So we meander in,
quiet, and wander along,
with ears open, hoping
for song
Peace (in seasons),
Kevin