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Nothing but the blistering wind 
Is heard by some around the world
Lonesome and boredom fills their interiors
Where no one is around
The sand's friction against the mountains
Is heard by them

They are the people that were once so lonely
But in fact they are the discoverers of the world
They were so quiet in their life
That  unknown voices were heard
Therefore, their search of the source took place
Faith and hope were injected in them 
As their journey began

Some took them years to discover the sounds 
While others only days and hours was the needed time
But, in the end
They all united and found out
These sounds were the voices of nature 
The voices of mountains and valleys
That told their stories to many 
But non heard it for they were too busy
And their voices dwindled and vanished

They kept their stories in the wind's blisters
Hoping one day someone would hear
Paying close attention to what's being said
When they were discovered once again
The mountains and valleys roared with joy
As they told their stories once again

In the end, no one's left alone
For nature is present for everyone
It is their to accompany us all the time
To keep us engaged in the happiest times of all
Nature is the lightning of care
As well as the light leading a lost soul
It is our friend that was once lost
And discovered again by the true listeners in our world

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