In between traffic passing along the byway
In the quiet
I can hear all the voices of the forest clearly.
A physical pulsation of life moves through me in meadows head high.
Birds talk amongst themselves from treetops near and far. Hummingbirds chatter as rapidly as they fly over the meadow tops.
At this time of year, crickets and katydids sing into the night.
In between garden and the wild.
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