The earth is filled with song. Sometimes it takes a quiet soul to listen. Some sounds I hear nearby are the plop of frogs jumping back into the pond; the crackle of dried leaves underfoot; the sound of rain on the roof and the chimes ringing outside when the a breeze blows.
There are of course noisier sounds around me. The heavy sound of thunder and crackle of lightening; the worrisome 'crack' as a tree branch breaks under the weight of snow or ice; the loud cawing of crows, making themselves heard every morning.
"The longer one is alone, the easier it is to hear the song of the earth." - Robert Anton Wilson