Talk

The breeze calls my soul

A bird joins the movement

A Squirrel scolds the noise

Yet the chorus raises it's 

Morning song, a call to quiet,

A call to thoughtfulness, a 

Call to still and take it all in

Honking geese add their aire

Fade into the distance, the 

Crickets are the back drop

Of deep hush and soul

Return unbusy to the day

Have thought, be still and

Know there is God present

In all the stillness, in all the

Activity, in all, just there 

Behind it all, behind us