Speak to Me
Aidan Mace

As I walk through the canyon, I speak to my father in a soft tone, “Did you hear that?”

Suddenly; I hear my own voice echo back at me, “Did you hear that?”

I then begin to listen closer;

I hear the river whispering to me, “Come closer.”

“Come closer.”

As I take a few more steps, the wind picks up, and the grass begins to whistle

Small rocks in the river shift as they crackle and snap,

Crackle and snap.

I can’t help but wonder, is the canyon trying to speak to me?

Speak to me!

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