The Universe and I

If you begin to listen closely, the Universe will speak.
 
Sometimes it’s in the roar of the ocean —
The drum of a lonely woodpecker’s beak;
In the climax of your favorite song,
Or atop a magnificent mountain peak.
 
Sometimes it’s painted in pastel skies,
Found in forests of ancient cypress trees,
Heard in the songs of birds,
And the hum of busy honeybees.
 
Standing still beside the water’s edge,  
I finally feel at home again
As I’m greeted by the voices  
of my closest forest friends.
 
At the cheery songs of chickadees,
And the calls of Carolina wrens,
I close my eyes and feel the warmth
Of the Universe upon my skin.
 
Oh, how my troubles melt away.
Not a thought remains to plague my mind.
I thank the Universe today,
For the Universe is kind.