The Breeze

There are cascades of noise

everywhere

The modern world just

bustles

πŸŒ‘

For it overrides our senses

Though if we stop

listen through the bedlam

πŸŒ‘

Leaves rustling in the breeze

Birds calling one another

We hear

πŸŒ‘

Multiples flavours of green

on trees

We see

πŸŒ‘

The natural world is always

there

If we look and listen

hard enough

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