Listen


Listen its so quiet, I can hear that babbling brook
While the tall majestic trees quietly overlook
The whisper of the cooling wind, and little birds that will sing
I rub my sleepy eyes, and awaken to a non mechanical ring
The hustle and the bustle of a hectic city life
The noises of honking and sirens cut you like a knife
Escaping from the chaos I will pitch my tent right here
Absorb the fresh air in my lungs and free my soul of fear
So listen its so quiet I can hear that babbling brook
Underneath the tall majestic trees, I will read my book.

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