Listen...

 

Listen
and you will hear

the sound of the rain on the leaves
a bird calling to its mate...
the wind brushing its fingers through the trees
a bee buzzing from flower to flower
your heart beating in your chest
your soul running through the woods
a million miracles all around you

and a still quiet voice
whispering ever so softly,
I made this for you.

 

"Listen" by Michael Traveler

 

Purple...

 

Of course it had to be purple right?

I mean why wouldn't it be purple at this point?

 

Love you.