From a butterfly to a sparrow,
a swallow to a swan,
times flies by us,
swooping and diving,
spinning around in freedom.
Every dew drop falls from the sky,
clinging to the sharp blades of grass,
rustling in the wind,
twinkling stars shine down to guide the way,
a stairway to heaven and the land beyond.
Departure and arrival,
believing in the greater good,
knowing your actions are influenced,
by one whose intentions are biased.
A single sound resounds through the silence,
a tenor clear and true,
vibrating the air,
like the tree which falls,
will it be heard if no one is listening?
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