I hear the song divine

I hear the song divine,
With the music of the chirping birds
Peacocks, Mynas, Sparrows, Cuckoos
I find myself submerged in this spiritual realm
The world of spirit that moves everything
I wonder, how cannot one see, feel the Divine all around
Only interruptions to this divine rhythm
are man-made machines
Fans, air-conditioners, cars, trains...
And their jarring hymns.