Untold whispers

Sitting listening to the brook
  for hours as it has its own music
Hear the change moving below
  the surface, as it runs over rock
Shining, sparkling as the sun
  makes its way across the sky
See the heron, is that a beaver
  where did it go, wading in and
Out of the shallows, hunting,
  searching for the food in the depths
Shiver as the cold and damp
  start to come into the body
Smell the crisp air, watch the
  leaves fall, spin, rill in silence
So much is going on and so
  much is being said if you stop
Listen to the world sing and move
  in the sacred way of life