I stood alone in this wood with only the shuffling of a small sniffing hound. The hushed whispers of spring’s first movements made the only other discernable sounds. I stopped to listen and tune my ear from the stirring madness of the everything to the faint almost nothing rustling of earth’s symphony just under the ground. I heard three droplets fall and water the dirt from some unseen weeping limb and suddenly I awoke to the beat of the building crescendo of earth’s perennial hymn. An ant crawled over a fallen leaf, a breeze moved a blade of grass. The sounds of insects eating became as loud as breaking glass. I started again to walking and then stopped and looked around. Press in, press into earth’s silence and hear its praises resound.