Inspirational bit

Sounds of the Son

How can one hear
The gentle pitter-patter of the rain
Over the incessant
Chitter-chatter of the brain

To beautiful flowers
And blue skies, the eyes are blind
They lose all their power
To the cries of the mind

What chance has love
To grow and to spread
When thinking has filled
All space in the head

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