The birds sing the subliminal song of the sun.
The coyotes vocalize their absence from the moonlit skies.
The waves roar in strength, 'stepping' toward the 'giant leap.'
The wind whistles the tunes that swing or give the comfort of a step, slow and serene.
The Clouds whisper along their path, occasionally clapping to remind us of their destination and
The angels home above rejoicing.
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