The silent chirp of the bird in the distance
Is never usually heard in that instance
A sweet harmony, the soothing of the soul
Negated by the rush, negated by the low
Times always lost, all moments are not spent
Listening to the music the makes your heart content
Look around you, look at all you can see
Growth and decay is a part of everything
The sun always rises, the sun always sets
Look at the positives, not at the frets
The birds sing its song, the song to the sun
Is not everything all but one?
Taking time to listen to the little white noise
Gives you inner peace, not through materialistic toys
The hum of a bird, the breath of the wind
Helps you find the inner place you once had been
Focus on the here, focus on the now
The before, the after, matter no how
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