I listen to things and become one
The sigh of bush becomes mine
Groaning of the woods becomes my groaning
How many times the trees tremble
because of the burning log and moaning rock?
I listen to things and they become beings
My ancestors sighed and groaned
Their bodies tremble when they breathed
in the middle of wars and violence
not of the nature but of humans
They invaded into and took lives
They killed and stole humans
Later they were called generals and heroes
They became the emperors and kings
They wrote histories and stores
River runs even today with whispers
Wind blows through bushes with smiles
Rocks stand still to be witnesses of the mortals come and gone
Woods welcome new lives who come with innocence
I listen to things and things listen to me
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