Do you hear the creaking of the trees or

The wind rustling the seasoned leaves?

Listen to the birds singing their melody to

The day and the laughing creek over the hill;

Quiet now, natures orchestra is keeping

Time with Earth, the master conductor;

The insects provide a peaceful background as

Your thoughts drift to the forests canopy where

The sunlight filters slowly through the treetops;

Listen to the woodpecker and the crackling

Branches playing along with the rhythm of

These woods;

Can you forget the world of humans

And the unneeded noise and pain that

Drowns out natures beautiful harmony?

Will you know what to do in this time

And place, this forgotten world?

Tell me, can you hear the wolf howl

In the distance or the wildcat from

The hills or the cry of the eagle

Soaring above the forest?

Does the raccoon hiding in the bushes

Escape your tired, unpracticed eye?

Look around and tell me if you belong here;

Are you better, do you stand apart from

This world or can you feel the truth from

Deep inside your conscience saying that

This is where you truly belong?

Let your fear go and open your eyes

To this new world that has been here

Since time began;

Humans create what they think is

Beautiful while they destroy to satisfy

Their selfish wants;

Turn and go and give in to human

Greed and blindness or stay and

Join Mother Earths natural order,

Your natural order;

Stop and listen to natures lullaby,

Close your eyes and dream of a

Perfect world then open your eyes

And watch as your dream comes true;

You needn’t change your surroundings

To suit your wants,

Let your surroundings change you

To suit your needs;

You may turn and go and remain

Lost forever or say amongst the

Beauty that has found you;

If there is a god then god

Is in front of our eyes,

Below our feet and in the

Wind blowing in our hair;

I see a smile as it sets upon

Your face, knowing you realize

That your search is over, that you

Have finally found the heaven

That the prophets promised;

Now tell me,

Do you hear the creaking of the trees

Or the wind rustling the seasoned leaves?