Nature's Voice

Nature’s Voice

I can hear the crickets

on the cold night air,

interlacing with the soft patter of raindrops.

It’s a comfortable moment

from the cocoon of blankets

spread haphazardly across my bed.

I listen.

I listen beyond the scratchiness of the crickets’ voices

and to what they are communicating.

The trees say so much as they bend and sway in the gentle wind.

It blows up past the sycamores and pine,

towards the night sky to kiss the stars, divine.

It’s as if their twinkles speak loud and clear:

there’s nothing to fear in my safe place here.