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Pause: Listen and Watch

Pause
Listen

Sometimes the wind speaks,
The birds sing as they fly,
And the rivers throw up sounds

Insects display incessant zithering,
Rainfall is the beat of the rooftop,
And woodpecker’s pecking is a rhythm

Pause
Watch

Sometimes trees draw with dropping leaves,
The sands are her drawing board,
The crickets burrow on the sand,
And even the volcano belch after a spicy feast

The stars write their words on the sand,
Without wings, the wind had seen it all
With wings, the birds had the wind colored

Pause
Maybe if we listened or watched,
There’s a reason for all that we hear or see

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