Beating of the drum

Listen, my mother told me
Listen to the wind
The ground
The lonsome old hound
Everything you hear
Will save you from
The fear that follows you
That is what she said
And still, I never listened
But as I watched her, layed in earth
I finally did as told
Birds chirpped
Bees buzzed
The trees groaned and shivered
Water sang
Wind whistled
And the animals chattered
They told stories of love
Tradgidies
Lies
And Memories
And underneith all the noise
I heard my mother's voice
"My preccious little baby,
You finally learned to listen"
A tear dropped from my face
And a light touch from the wind
Wiped my sadness away