He calls. I hear him. I listen.

I hear him.

He calls.

Rain patters on the water,
wind moves through the pines.

I hear him.
I listen.

Birds sing their morning songs.
Leaves whisper overhead.

Still,
he calls.

I hear him.
I listen.

The wind rustles.
Footsteps drift faintly through the woods.

The world speaks all around me.

Yet through it all,
he calls.

I hear him.

And I listen.