Heaven

I live near a busy road into (and out of) town. I have got so used to hearing engine noise over the years that I mostly don't hear it. But now, as I look through the apple tree to heaven, I hear bees. They are loud. I can see very few but it sounds as if there are hundreds. And I hear birds - three or four different songs at a time. This is how the world was before cars. I like it.