Crying out

In the wilderness
  away from all distraction
    all influence

Instead in the cacophony 
  of animals
    and the changing season

Hearing even the flutter of wings
  the chatter of an angry squirrel
    the croaking of frogs

Answers, replies
  a giving over to the inner
    interior wanderings

With each new experience
  a gentling of spirit
   within the edges

Wanting all it has to offer
  head quiet, heart open
    World spinning