Listen!
Hear it! The wind is calling us, let’s leave this gloomy cell, to roam vast fields and pick bouquets of sunshine in the dell.
Yes, listen! Let green grass and trees command those flowers speak. The call of deer, the chirp of birds revive us when we're bleak.
Refrains of rains and swirling sea console our heated mind. These gifts of heaven, ours for free; let's thank Him who is kind.
So don't allow your ears be closed against the splendor’s sighs and never let your heart be blind to modest orphans' cries.
Agatha Lai
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