.The chatter of the morning birds.
The beating of my head.
The songs of long forgotten times.
The whispers of the dead.
The clanging of the midday bells.
The murmur of the breeze.
The crackling of the camp fire.
The rustling of the trees.
The honking of the ferry boat.
The screeching of the train.
The howling of the stormy seas.
The patter of the rain.
These are the melodies of life,
That whisper from within.
Listen and you'll always hear
Our little planet sing.
~ C. Spies
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