What are leaves, dancing with the wind?
What are waters, cascading from heights?
What are birds, chanting their songs in flight?
What are blossoms, rocking in the breeze?
What are tides, ebbing and flowing with ease?
Why are the denial of revelations natureβs grandeurs?
they will never appeal, all these wonders





words are but whispers, never heard,
gentle tones are muted, without a sound,
endearments are slurred, murmurs around,
wolves’ moans are silenced, never known,
hyenas’ laughter is hushed, an echo forgotten,
birds of paradise never sing, their beauty unseen,
babies’ cries are ignored, never loved,
then, oh! What a tragedy of untold stories,
of unsung songs, and unspoken glories
without musicβ¦

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