

I love to hear the symphonies of nature
By the side of streams or up the pretty sunny skies,
When it showers or through the whirling wind trail,
The smooth rush of the flowing stream,
The screeching of insects beneath grasses,
The virtually silent clouds whose sounds are exalted
The call of birds, the hop of deer, minutes of termites,
And effervescent varieties of other natural sounds
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