Wonderings

I wonder if the trees whisper ,
When their leaves rustle and swish in the breeze.

I wonder if the moon yearns,
To come out in the day sometimes.

I wonder if the gushing water in the river,
Rushes forth to reach somewhere.

I wonder if the tiny grass cry out in joy,
When Dawn sprinkles dewdrops everywhere.

Oh, so many miracles,
I cannot help but wonder.

How it would be if I could hear them chatter!



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