Is that the distant squeak of a grasshopper I hear?
And over there, a rasping cricket chirruping in the grass.
And in that tree, the one over there,
I’m sure I hear a song of a thrush
Yes, there it is and there’s another.
There’s a rustling in the undergrowth, hark,
It’s the sound of a scurrying creature.
Look there it goes, a fox heading for the open field beyond.
What’s that splashing, it’s coming from the stream
Over there,I see it, a shoal of silver trout
leaping, jumping splashing in the sparkling water.
Sit with me here, let’s not move
We’ll just listen to the stillness
Let’s not speak, for words will only steal the moment.