Listen

Listen

The wind blew around me.
The leftover leaves rustled.
The trail led through the white snow.
I followed not knowing where it would go.
Stopping now and then to take it all in.
Quiet at first and oh so still.
Soon the sounds came back.
The chirping of the birds.
The rustling of the leaves.
The scratching of two trees.
Then on I would go down the trail.
Step after step I would slowly move on.
The sounds all gone again.
The World moving too fast.
Too fast to notice the beauty around.
The sounds wait for you.
Stop and listen.