One afternoon I was walking
In the woods and noticed an
Opening in the side of a hill
Partially covered by vines.
It looked like a cave, and
Luckily I had a flashlight
With me. I started into the
Dark cavern. It was eerily
Quiet and damp. The farther
I went inside, I began to hear
Strange music. And to my
Amazement, I came upon a
Glowing purple rock–I had
Stumbled upon an Enchanted
Cavern.
Listening to the rain
Is relaxing on a quiet
Evening. It’s rhythmic
Drumming on the
Roof almost lulls a
Person into a deep
Dreamlike state.
Turn off the TV, lie
Back on the couch,
Close your eyes and
Listen to the rain.
Look up in the sky and
You will see the contrail
Of a high-flying jet. It
Could be a military
Aircraft or a commercial
Airliner. They fly so high
You can’t hear them, and
The view from that high
Is breathtaking. Flying
Over the clouds is an
Experience that is
Unforgettable.
Late at night while lying
In bed I hear the plaintive
Sounds of train whistles
In the distance. They come
To railroad crossings and
Blow their horns or whistles,
Whatever you want to call
It. Lives have probably been
Saved by those loud jarring
Horns reminding people
Not to try to get across the
Tracks before the train gets
There.
Can you hear the planet
Rotating perilously through
Yet another hour?
Can you hear the universe
Expanding out in all
Directions, billions of years
Counting just as sure as the
Beating of your own heart
This is your own life
Do not waste it
Wordman of Alcatraz 