learn to sing


from the games of the ocean waves
from the resonating bells in the churchtower
from the flight of the goose over the continent
from the wispering wind softly stroking the forrest
from the shouts of fear

from the murmuring lava inside the vulcan
from screaming seaguls at the cliff
from the chant of wales in deep sea
from the pulsing of blood in the venes
from the singing for joy

from the screaming saws that chuck the old tree
from the breath of the seasons striking the land
from the moon, the rythmic power, surrounding us
from the cycles of life
from the dance of love

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