Listen
I speak the language of the forest
I speak the language of the trees,
I talk to rabbits and all creatures
Even those remain unseen
I hear the whispers of the flowers
I hear the sounds of little bugs
So, tell me little children,
I f I can hear the Sun
Why do you chose not to listen
To those who have not sung?
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