Nature's Breath
I hear a small voice,
it calls out to me,
It craves attention, that cannot be seen.
I follow the calling along a long and flowing path, that's old and dusted with nature's breath.
For as I look around I see a field of green surrounded by the tallest of trees,
and I follow the voice quickly for i am unfamiliar with all this life, that I have only heard but not seen.
I find that the voice belongs to a small sapling, it cry's out saying " you are the only one who has heard my voice, can you bring more people here and tell them to stop harming our air? I have been here for so long, please make this voice known." I am too shocked to speak, and only nod to the reply.
I slowly walk away and leave the hidden land, back to the grim city where dreams can't begin.
and I start to tell my story about where I have been, and I brought people there to the place of the
trees. Later we start to fill our world with trees, gone is the pollution, death is no longer near, peace is this new era and nature's breath is surrounded here.
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