The Voiceless Sing
Voiceless words buried within an old striking story
Rippling streams sing
Forgotten in the clammer of the world
Racing to accomplish the next best thing
A fledgling falls from its nest and struggles to fly
Wide, colorful blooms open in musical succession
A melody forgotten in a place where danger lurks
In a frenzy, to distinguish the fire
Music without words resound and spill out the old story
A breeze brushes through the leafy greens
Unheard within the walls of individual screens
Faces glow with intensity
Intricate vibrate tiny creatures dance in tall grass
To the sonata of water drops patting the garden vegitation
Unnoticed and wheeling beneath the bug crushers
In a hurry to find a good deal.
The voices sing a fabulous tune
and few are listening
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