Can't You Hear My Echo

A silence falls as if each part of creation is waiting. The trees
are reaching toward skies of blue while the sun yawns with its yellow
mouth. Somewhere in the distance a fire lives and breathes; I feel
the roar from its crackling conversation. Clearly, the garden
gate swings as a shadow on my garden wall. Can't you hear my echo
calling you? This echo without two voices.