The sounds of a soul, gently healing
Grumbles of distant rain clouds echoing from the hills
The ticky tacky steps of a spider, scurrying across the dust.
Gleeful, haunting melodies of mynahs calling across the jungle canopy
Gurgles of a chubby rain drop slithering onto a welcoming pebble
The whisper of a lazy breeze stirring shy bamboo stems
The barely audible gasp of a frangipani blossom as it lands on the surface of water
The sigh of a leaf riding on the breeze, pausing, twisting, as it glides to the ground, guided by invisible fingers
The catch of air in a butterfly’s wings, as it alights on a leaf
The almost perceptible murmur of a hibiscus flower, rearranging its petals, as it turns to reach towards the sun.
The scream of a single, sweet teardrop, escaping, unsolicited.
Still your breath.
Still your very being.
For these are the gentle sounds,
of a soul