The gentle rush of a mountain stream ,
the sweet hush of a lullabye,
the chirping of a cricket in the night ,
and a train's lonesome reply.
The laughter of a little child,
the ocean crashing upon the shore,
the breeze rushing through the trees,
the creaking of a door.
The thunder rumbling through the clouds,
the rain pouring from the sky,
the birds that sing so sweetly,
a baby's needful cry.
The sighs, the whispers,
the passion all around;
Thank God for the joy there is
in hearing every sound.


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The poem flows like water ; )