The shrill wake-up call of a rooster Even before the crack of dawn. The faint cawing of crows to let the world know it’s time to leave Slumber land. The flapping of wings in unison before flying away early to catch a worm. The desperate call of a baby squirrel lost somewhere and seeking its mother. The cooing of pigeons on the roof reminding you to pause and listen to the Sounds of Nature.
The rumbling sound of thunder in the distance heralding a heavy downpour or two soon to be followed by the fierce rain giving respite to the parched earth. The rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops falling on the corrugated tin roof. The whistling of the wild wind on a cold, stormy day. The first cry of a new-born announcing its sojourn from the womb to the world outside.
The gurgling of the waterfall rushing to mingle with the river. The rustling of colorful autumn leaves in the park trampled upon by children running around. Then the sounds of silence at night interspersed with the sounds of crickets and frogs and the sound of barking dogs at a distance coaxing you to retire and wake up to yet another beautiful dawn to listen to the Sounds of Nature.