The sound of hope
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The flowers wither, And a magical force comes and transforms them. Silent songs to the human ear perform. Waters rush against the still yet hopeful rocks, Waiting...patiently, For something yet to come. Soft smiles shed the hidden yet revealed joy of life. Birds rest at the sight of families of nature sitting peacefully against each other, While an old eroded mountain becomes strong and fearless. A sudden shout of whispers stop. Rivers yeild flowing. Mountains hault at their bravery. Flowers seem to bow at the sudden shadow of a smiling figure. The footsteps seem to float as the beautiful figure approaches the loyal crowd of leaves branches and other natural things. Trees seem to stoop low and many bushes crouch into a position as if saying "My drean is here." At last a soft sound escapes from one mouth..... creating the most beautiful music ever heard. Then the rest join in. Winds whistle, Trees unique and tall sing, Mountains hum, Flowers, Bushes, Leaves, And birds....tenderly join a choir and praise. Although these sounds make wonderful music, We cannot hear these sounds of joy. Alas we know that our very own Mother Nature has arrived and peace will come among all who kill. Sounds of hope echo through the natural earth and Will last forever. Listen.
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