.: The Calling :.

Can you hear the silence calling? Calling me to its peace.

Do you see the water falling? That shall never cease.

Can you see the mountains striking? Striking through the billows.

Do you hear the solemn crying? Of weeping willows.

 

Can you hear the wind go sweeping? Sweeping through the tall grass.

Do you see the sunlight sleeping? On ponds like looking glass.

Can you hear the silence calling? Calling with nature’s noise.

Do you see that I’m recalling? Days past of regal poise.

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Title and Description by: Me.

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