An owl hoots in the distance,
The trees rustle gently in the summer breeze,
A frog croaks, longing for a friend.
I smile, happy to be surrounded by life.
Imagine what the world would be like without a bird chirping,
A fiddlehead growing,
A newborn's cry,
A dog's barking,
Or a blacksmith's hammer.
Maybe, just maybe,
Those sounds exist on another planet.
Maybe, just maybe,
I'm looking at one now,
As I stare into the bright night sky,
On an evening in July.
The trees rustle gently in the summer breeze,
A frog croaks, longing for a friend.
I smile, happy to be surrounded by life.
Imagine what the world would be like without a bird chirping,
A fiddlehead growing,
A newborn's cry,
A dog's barking,
Or a blacksmith's hammer.
Maybe, just maybe,
Those sounds exist on another planet.
Maybe, just maybe,
I'm looking at one now,
As I stare into the bright night sky,
On an evening in July.
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