Murmur

There is a murmur out there.

If you concentrate you’ll hear it;

In the She Oak amongst the dunes

And in the gentleness of old rivers.

You’ll hear it in forests

And deep valleys.

Distant frogs sing of the murmur

During summer rain.

Roosting corellas confirm it.

It’s subtle and omnipresent.

A sighing breeze carries it.

The glaciers mystic voice repeats it.

Sleeping volcanoes threaten

To speak its mind.

The murmur reminds us of times

And of places.

It can foretell.

And if you listen long enough

And often enough,

It will become a scream.

Only then will you understand

This world is not a plaything.

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