A reflection on noises.
Buzzing, chattering, static things
This clock clicks and that bell rings
Boiling water from a teapot sings
Noises surround the human beings
Round and round the squeaking wheel turns
Charcoal sizzles as it burns
Rushing current underneath the surface churns
From noises the human being learns
Feathers rustle as the proud bird flies
It brings flesh to stop its children's cries
Screeching fiery blast, the proud bird dies
With noises the human being lies
A deafening fall
The noises stall
To nothing at all.