In a stillness,
A single seed falls,
It's ripples spread out,
Lapping at the bottom of the well,
Oh,
Cold wind,
That shakes the forest of my agitated heart,
If we can live and let live,
Let's go on as we are,
Everyone who heard the quiet voice of the forest,
Wept for the noise,
H A R M O N Y,
The sound clamors within the forest incessantly,
Yet quietly,
It gives moments of tranquility back to my troubled heart,
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