The Friend That's Never Gone

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