It doesn’t have to be Cape Cornwall’s rock covered beach
or St Just church bell chiming as loud as huge waves crashing
or the stream of Trevaylor woods flowing softly.

It could be the fluffy white candy floss floating in the sky
or the old oak tree curling like a spring
or the waves singing at Marazion Beach.

Just notice the gentle swaying of the wind.
Notice the curl of a fern spiralling endlessly as a Fibonacci pattern.
Even the beech trees whisper without you hearing it.