In the silent whispers of the wind,
Echoes of a forgotten truth spin,
The world, a tapestry, interwoven threads,
In every pulse, a story spreads.

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A song in the rustling of the leaves,
A dance in the river’s endless weave,
There lies a secret, soft and deep,
A knowing that the world can keep.

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Beyond the screens and city lights,
In shadows cast by sleepless nights,
There’s a call, subtle and unseen,
To reconnect with the sacred green.

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In the modern race, the hurried pace,
We lose the touch, the ancient grace.
But in each breath, a chance to pause,
To find the roots beneath the cause.

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In every stone, in every breeze,
A quiet force, a sense of ease,
Reminding us we’re not alone,
That every being has a tone.

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This hidden bond, a silent thread,
Can guide us back from where we’ve sped.
It heals the fractures, mends the soul,
Makes us remember we are whole.

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In the web of life, we’re all entwined,
In nature’s rhythm, we can find,
A balance, a peace, a sacred dance,
A way to live, a second chance.
 

So listen close, and feel the ground,
Hear the heartbeat all around.
In this embrace, we find our place,
In the world's vast, eternal grace.