The wind blows.
The birds sing.
The water flows.
In the beginning was sound.
A frequency that blew through the ground.
Rising volcanoes from bursting stars.
Energy compacted and thrown so very far.

The up and down of a wave
comes from our lips as sound is made.
Attempting to describe all that can be thought.
Reaching for the heavens from which we were brought.

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