When the blades stopped

I stood outside and looked and listened
I could see, I could feel,
I thought I could hear.

The blades stopped spinning,
the air moved as it wished.
The tongues of nature
were unleashed.
The woods came alive
with a symphony of sounds.

I heard it,
I heard God's symphony.
I loved it.

The insects chirped.
Some with the rhythm of a single drummer
perfecting His rudiments over and over.
Some with the random burps and chirps
of a babbling brook, yet no water was to be found.

And over, above, and behind these was the swell,
the swoon of a stringed symphony of insects.
Providing the rolling platform on which the
rhythms danced.

The dragonflies danced
as the beat went on.
The blades whirled into motion,
the performance continued
and deafness resumed.