Beneath the intricate network of noise 
there's a still more persistent tapestry 
woven of whispers, murmurs and chants 
It's the heaving breath of the very earth 
carrying along the prayer of all things: 
trees, ants, stones, creeks and mountains alike 
All giving silent thanks and remembrance 
each moment, as a tug on a rosary bead 
while we hurry past, heedless of the mysteries 
And, yet, every secret wants to be told 
every shy creature to approach and trust us 
if we patiently listen, with all our senses.