Small Town Symphony

Through the trees comes sunshine.
It fights to make itself seen.

In the cold morning, silence is broken by a train racing violently through town.
Waking up the sleepy inhabitants.

I step out of my back door.
I stare out into nothing, flat lands, as far as the eye can see. Nothing obstructing my view.

I lift my cup to my mouth, the heat from my coffee fogs my glasses.
Off they come to be cleaned.

I leave them off, closing my eyes.
I focus on the sounds around me.

Too often I am amazed only by what I see.
I’m reminded that every once in awhile if I listen, nature sings a song sweeter than any symphony.

Published by Nate Melugin

This is a creative outlet for me to get out the things that rattle around constantly in my mind.

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