Listen to the pace of life.
Listen to joy and laughter.
Listen to the cries and sorrows.
Listen to the cars moving along.
Listen to the kids playing.
Listen to the birds chirping.
Listen to the wind as it brushes across the trees.
Listen to the radio as it plays.

Nobody is listening.

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“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”