At the speed of sound we drive through the night,

Eyes opened wide and ears closed tight,

Searching forever for some form of light,

We forget to listen for the things that are right.

 

But slow down, slow down…

For I think we’ve passed by,

Something I heard, no matter how slight,

A sound in the darkness, lifting up to the sky.

 

So back up, back up, and look; see.

Didn’t you see it? Wonder how it could be?

How this tiny creature looks so alive and so free?

On the pavement in danger, on his way to his tree.

 

And he makes you stop, to have mercy and brake,

To allow him to pass so he may live out his fate.

To enable him passage through a hostile land,

That he hops happily through, for it’s out of his hands.

 

And as you stop, you hear it once more,

Something louder, like crashing water on shore.

A wild symphony, a pronouncement of life,

And the uproar of harmony makes the world bright.

 

The song pierces the night, and keeps breaking through,

And all the while the chorus is hidden from view.

But you know they are there, worrying not,

For they know, unlike us, that they’ll never be caught.

 

So you sit for a moment in the dark of the night,

Stopping, ceasing, to chase down the light.

Now you need little, just hearing, no sight.

As the cacophony rises as one

All is right.