"Within a wood
I simply stood,
my thoughts as deep as wells.
I did not hear the sweet bird song.
I did not hear the bells
spring ringing through
the valleyed hills
from tree to tree to tree.
I did not hear the
windy, haunting rushing of the sea.
I did not hear the light leaves fall
and whisper to the ground.
I did not hear a thing
because there wasn't any sound."
Karla Kushkin
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