Those Tiny Voices
Those Tiny Voices
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
In the quiet serenity of nature I hear their voices,
like the faint murmur of a zephyr passing,
melodic and harmonised, such sweet tones alive and yearning,
call to me, my eyes desperately seeking the source.
I can see nothing, just hear those incessant voices,
unrelenting, pleading for recognition,
so I seat myself on the plush grasses, under an old elm,
and again beneath me those tiny voices in words indistinguishable,
so slight but earnest, trying to take my attention.
My ear to the ground I concentrate,
strain to decipher these siren like voices calling, inviting,
and I hear giggling, rapturous laughter, so tiny and shrill,
I sit upright and look down within the lush green grass.
There, within the shadows, I see tiny forms,
their silvery wings thrashing about as they hover within the spaces,
and I smile unconsciously, listening to the hum of their wings,
and I question my own perception,
unbelieving this unlikely anomaly.
They dart so quickly, I can barely follow them,
their game infectious and their pleasured laughter heart warming,
as I strain to see more clearly their detail,
these lives so tiny within my world,
so unexpected, only alive in fantasy, dreams and folklore.
But hear, all around me these tiny creatures abound,
and they are so pleased I see them,
their joyful lives brimming with happiness,
darting, playing in a world within a world,
in spaces given no credence, in the shadow of our awareness,
and I feel blessed,
for as I sit within nature, I am held within its arms,
and my heart is stilled and in gentleness I imbibe reality,
and know I am but a blind and clueless being,
within this our life eternal.
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