I lie down in the snow and listen to the gentle

-tick

-tick

-tick
Of the falling snow.
The peace is momentarily disrupted by a bird landing on a branch.
As it starts to sing its song,
It forms syncopation with the gentle rhythm of the snow.
It is as if nature were singing a song to me.
-Bum, Bum, Budum Bum - Slow down and listen.
-Bum, Bum, Budum Bum - Slow down and listen.

As I listen to this magical song I realize what I have been missing.
I realize what I ignored without difficulty mornings prior.
I spend the rest of the daylight lying in this spot.
I get up and brush the snow off of my body.
As I walk back to the warmth of my house I hear the same beat;
This time with a new story.
-Bum, Bum, Budum Bum -Now you have listened.
-Bum, Bum, Bum -Come back soon.