I could hear the murmurs

Their attempts at being soft

Didn’t work

For when the golden sun

Came upon a silver morn

The birds sang in hushed tones

Not wanting to spoil

Another’s morn

Impossible of course though

T’was the sweetest music to me

A cacophony of sounds

Of birds, trees, dogs, winds and other beings

Together orchestrating

God’s Symphony!

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