The birds are singing
Their beautiful tune
Through the green leaves
Are the whispers of the wind
Telling a secret
We all must hear
The tree holds history
Of a distant past near
Our words are what make us immortal. They live on while our bodies die, passed on throughout the ages. Saved forever for the world to hear and read. Our voices gone, no longer heard, but our words live on forever. ~Pammymcb~
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