I listen
To the claps of beaks
To the patter of feet
To the fluttering of wings
I listen
To the swoosh of wind
To the squawks of geese
To the sounds of morning doves
I listen
To the revving of vehicles
To the honking of horns
To the squealing of trucks
I listen
To the laughter of kids
To the slamming of doors
To the barking of dogs
I listen
I listen and absorb the world around me
From here in my chair
This is where
I listen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every sound is like music to those keen listeners. I wrote a similar poem what is not music? We have a similar taste on this subject.