I listen

I wander out to the forest

Find a nice log to sit on

Plop myself down, face toward the sun, and close my eyes

With eyes closed I listen

The wind moving through the trees

The trees creaking and groaning

The squirrel chattering

The chickadees chanting

The bee buzzing

The crow’s flapping wings as it flies by

The coyote calling to its friends

The silence

Peaceful

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