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The quiet of the night, is God’s whisper 
Its darkness is our soul’s mirror
There is a renewed intimacy with the earth
As the world rests with peaceful breathes
Insects are hissing and the wind whistling
As nature is quiet to hear us breathing
The dogs are howling, the insects are chirping
The cocks are crowing, as the day is lurking
Then suddenly the night stops whispering
The cocks crow more desperately
Flashing and vibrations, as alarms buzz
I hear the world, I hear the cars
Their screeching tires and screaming sirens
Rumbling heavy automobiles and trains
Rebooted engines at smoking factories
Pacey footsteps heading to their stores
Burning and grinding nature to bareness
Ringtones and beeps, continuously calling us
With all of these sounds we lose awareness
Of the land, water and air, holding us
The sound of the world is nature’s cry 
When humans wake up, nature dies

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