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arriving somewhere but not here,
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The clock strikes twelve.
The stars twinkle
in the pitchy night and
the moon hides
behind the clouds.
The trees sway as the
breeze gently pushes them.
The activity of man has
stopped
and the expansive splendour
of Nature on earht can be
seen.
I hear a song.
The trees, the
clouds, the sky,
the stars, the
moon, the whole
of Nature seem to be
singing
the song, the silent song.
It seems like they sing
a silent song, which says,
"Look at us, look at our
beauty,
look at us..."
I close my eyes for a while.
I open them only when
I find a bright light hitting
my lids.
Suddenly the beauty of
nature seems to have vanished.
I realise it is day.
I look around me
only to seem men fighting with
each other,
cutting down trees,
hurting animals.
I hear all sorts of noises.
But through all the noise,
from somewhere
I hear the silent song again.
But this time it says,
"Look at man, look at his
cruelty. Look at man......."
The stars twinkle
in the pitchy night and
the moon hides
behind the clouds.
The trees sway as the
breeze gently pushes them.
The activity of man has
stopped
and the expansive splendour
of Nature on earht can be
seen.
I hear a song.
The trees, the
clouds, the sky,
the stars, the
moon, the whole
of Nature seem to be
singing
the song, the silent song.
It seems like they sing
a silent song, which says,
"Look at us, look at our
beauty,
look at us..."
I close my eyes for a while.
I open them only when
I find a bright light hitting
my lids.
Suddenly the beauty of
nature seems to have vanished.
I realise it is day.
I look around me
only to seem men fighting with
each other,
cutting down trees,
hurting animals.
I hear all sorts of noises.
But through all the noise,
from somewhere
I hear the silent song again.
But this time it says,
"Look at man, look at his
cruelty. Look at man......."