Letras
The chirping of the birds, the sounds of the wind. These are the sounds of nature.
Cry of the plants, distant highways, these are the sounds of nature. Listen, live, breathe in, mother earth’s beauty.
When I sit and feel myself on the ground, I listen to the faint sounds go around, the sun bright, the sky all right, an ongoing expanse of nature surrounds. When I sit and feel mother earth at my feet, I feel her presence, telling me to stop and greet the places I go, the worlds I know, the things I see when I am just me, listening to nature. The sky is blue, the world is vast, I know love is going to blast. Expand, seek to find myself. We forget that nature exists, we don’t want to feel alive! I sit feeling here, feeling my culture. It’s more than just one, there’s no monoculture. When we create a monoculture, there’s no way out there to be spoken for it to survive. I sit and see what I don’t see regularly like I’m in a sea, a sea of life of my relatives, where I come from, those endless gifts. The places I go, the worlds I know, the things I see when I am just me, listening to nature.
The chirping of the birds, the sounds of the wind. These are the sounds of nature.
Cry of the plants, and how they relate, these are the sounds of nature. Listen, live, breathe in, mother earth’s beauty.
When I go to the place that I have heard, it’s special, it’s prominent, like a bird. It’s my mother, un biologically,, from white spectrum, Indigenous it’s biologically. It’s all over the world a spiritual feeling like coming closer to the perfect notion, now think, breathe, and see for me the place to express yourself, come on!