Listen

• I took a walk to a great green park
• Where stones lie dormant, and giants praise the sky.
• There I saw your mother, and she asked me,
• What have you witnessed today?
• Was it the color of my children or the echoes of the winged?
• Was it another one of your kind, discovering for the first time
• the sweet nectar of solitude?
• Was it the land giving everything away, asking
• for nothing in return?
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• I came seeking meaning but left with so much more.
• She brought me to you, to the grass and the sun,
• To the roots I daily stand upon.
• The flowers sprang forth with their inviting arms
• and asked me, their newcomer, to stay while.
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• Listen, they whispered.
• There’s something you need to hear.