between the wood so elegantly slow
I liked how the water would flow,
built by the beavers so brilliantly so
the damn created a rhythmic type of control,
producing a soft tinkling or babbling hello

I observed the birds flying between the two trees, landing gracefully to rustle the leaves
amplified by the swiftness of the breeze
I heard the buzzing of the honey being created by bees

I heard the jug-o-rum of the bullfrog loud and clear;
funny how it all sounded like a whisper last year