As I lay awake listening to nature;
The breeze rustling the leaves,
Just moving them gently, producing a sound
So difficult to discern.
The blackbird singing to his partner
In melodies of wonder and awe;
Soon he sleeps leaving the stage
For the robin, whose wonderful song
Is always there at the end of the day.
Then all becomes still and quiet
Except for the gentle caress of the breeze.
Gently, so gently, a new sound is heard
Coming slowly towards me.
A sound of absolute intimacy,
Until at last, my eyes gently close.
And I fall to sleep,
To the sibilant sound of showers.