I did indeed enjoy this content @fermentedphil
I used to walk outside after a rain, when it had been dry for a time, and it
Seemed to me that I could hear the woods and plants around me
SINGING in thankfulness and gratitude!
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I feel the same every time I walk outside as well. The flowers that open after the rain seem to sing their song to me, we - the poets - merely need to listen to their song and write it down!
But but but... that for me is like trying to remember to write down what dream upon waking.
Writing about a sensation like hearing the plants singing after the fact, pales in comparison to the event itself.
Thanks for commenting @fermentedphil
Always. You cannot ever capture the first-hand experience. Few people will. I remember in my younger days (I am still relatively young haha) I went out to play golf first thing in the morning. Dew lay fresh on the grass. My shoes were the first ones to break the perfect matt of dew. That calm morning sound, maybe a bird in the distance. But that was a quiet and calmness that not even a poem or a reminiscing about the memory will copy.
So yes, the experience of it is most important. To lose oneself in that moment.
Thank you for also replying @jerrytsuseer