the words flow over her,
mumblings of an insignificant race.
she hears the whispers of the rain,
the trees,
the wind.
the bubbling of a stream
sings all the secrets of the world to her.
the whistling of the wind,
brings delightful stories,
from all over, from everywhere.
she hears the laughter...
she hears pain...
but most of all
she hears everything that
we,
the ignorant human race
cannot.
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