The Music of Life

The trees, they whisper, their leaves rustling with odd voices and sounds,

the birds, they flit about with sharp chirps and chatter.

The soft breeze, it strums billowy notes, and melodic rounds,

and the rocks, they roll about, creating firm beats and chaotic clatter.

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The deer, they stomp, and kick up the dirt as if drumming,

the bull frogs, they dance, and jump about in harmony.

The worms, they contort, and the ants scuttle about as if humming,

and the mountains, they rumble, emerging from dormancy.

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Sounds bring life, no matter how subtly—

they bring motion, vigor, diversity, and mystery.

They fill every living thing with a nature so bright and bubbly,

predator and prey are compelled to forget their gruesome history.

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Past, present, future, they are all so entwined,

to the tune of each other’s masterful rhythm.

As if from a mesmerized, puzzled mind,

each note exerts its own unique, untouched wisdom.

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Every pebble that falls at a crisp river’s side,

turns over and over until it is smoothed around the edges.

Everything fits together perfectly, as is nature’s design,

but only through experiencing life will you see this,

there can be no guesses.

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Do we simply exist, or are the stars proud of us?

It seems we must find new lodging elsewhere.

Nature will manage just fine, it won’t fuss

if we decide to bring our plague to a new home somewhere.

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I ask as a person, as a sharer of Earth,

will we allow all the sounds to grow silent?

Will we take what we must, and then warm ourselves by a different hearth

long after on our home, we can no longer be reliant?

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What will be expected of nature,

of the music we have come to love?

If we kill off every instrument, what will become of us?

I fear it will be something undreamed of.

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If we are to remain guests of this house,

we must respect and teach ourselves the music no human may dowse.