Nature and Sound.

The sound came from all around

City or country it has no bounds

It intoxicates me, wrapping round, like a scarf

I consume it

The sound of nature swirled around

Acting as my sight

I embrace it

I employ it to be my guide

Scrolling my cane from side to side

Walking with my companion, the outside

Cars, lorries and the birdsong, the symphony of life

No longer do I treat this as strife

I become the composure of my life

By David Crossan