There was a time not long ago
When sounds of life were often lost.
She couldn’t hear the goldfinch song
As they twittered in the garden.
I would often say as we walked along
Can you hear the Great Tit call; “teacher, teacher, teacher”;
But no, the sound was lost to her
As her hearing failed.
The glorious sounds of nature so wondrous
To me, taken for granted?
Now renewed, trying to describe
The sound, she no longer heard.
Then came the day when her hearing
Was artificially aided, and the noise
Of nature, once missed, found it’s way
Back into her mind
The traffic sound once almost unheard
Roared by in a blast that
Made her jump, where before she
Hardly noticed it’s awful noise.
She turned to me in shock and said:
“I want to live in a quieter world”