Listen to the chirps of the crickets,
listen to how they sing.
Their wondrous little voices,
speaking mysterious things.
Or listen to the sound of deer hooves,
prancing around your tent.
Carrying curious bodies,
with deer necks that are bent.
Or listen to the way the wind hums,
gliding between giant trees.
Making them dance so gracefully,
dressed in pine needles and leaves.
Listen to the cry of the wolf,
howling with all his might.
To let the world know he is there,
in the dark of the northern night.
Just take a breath of fresh air,
and listen to all these sounds.
They are the sounds of the wilderness,
where nature’s heart is found.
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