I hear the voices of
the dead.
sing the songs of
life.
Their songs of life
follow me.
I need to stop and listen.
Their songs are
in the breeze
that rustles the light of the stars
Their songs are
in the morning
when the sun says hello
Their songs are
the choruses of calm
and peace
dancing in the meadows
I hear their songs
above the red rock canyons.
wafting in the wind.
Their songs
sing to me
through the hawks that soar above
their songs
sing to me
through the lizards that flit across the rocks
I walk through my
life and
listen to their voices.
sing the songs of
nature.
It is the force that creates my soul.
Without their voices
my soul would be lost.
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