by Nishu Mathur
Listen more often To the earth, rocks and grass The roots of trees that go deep inside And whisper of the past
Listen to the clouds rumble Thunder and heave a sigh As they speak to birds of creation That pirouette in the sky
Listen to the whispers of seashells The verses of waves in rhyme That carry the songs of sailors And hum the melodies of time
Listen more often To the roses and the wind Listen to the rain and rainbow Listen to the soul of things
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