how does the wind know where to blow?

who showed the ocean how to dance and greet?

when did the trees learn to bow?

who gave birds the knowledge to soar?

how did I get here?

there is a voice that moves. it finds itself in ears and on wings. lifting and falling, sometimes loud mostly soft. it moves me. it moves everything. giving direction its course. telling time when to end. shaping all before our very eyes. it moves.

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