The melodies of the birds, piping their personal morning chorus,
The rustle of autumn leaves, as the wind bumps through the branches.
The pungent tangy aroma, of decaying material in the compost,
The fragrant smell of rosemary, cascading over the garden.
The sunlight glinting off leaves and rocks, ever moving patterns of delight,
The rainbow colors and dramas played out in the chaos of feathered friends.
The coarse roughness of bark, it soft silky leaves,
The soft prickliness of grass beneath the feet.
The sweet succulent explosion of red round tomatoes,
The zing of oregano, mint and green taste of parsley.
The aura fields of plants and animals shimmering brightly in their surrounds,
The white balls of light in the bluest of skies, dancing randomly around.
The Earth speaks through all that live upon her,
She sets the time, the space and the Living.
Listen with more than you ears to her talking,
Listen with your Heart, Mind, Body and Soul.