On clear nights, I almost think I can hear the universe singing.
Sometimes it's soft as fog.
Sometimes brilliant and deafening as thunderclaps.
Mornings when the rain drips like music on the roof,
or those moments when you hear the call of a blackbird
or the snap of an ordinary dry twig
it seems like the whole earth,
everything from the great wide sky
to the tiniest mushroom
The whole earth is singing a song of gratitude and joy.
It's the music of life, the rhythm of the seasons, the vastness of the globe swinging on its axis.
Stop.
Listen.
Can you, too, hear the whole earth singing?
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