Thunder, more felt than heard,
crickets and distant bells,
The pipes in the sound garden bump shoulders and let their songs go out into the world.
All is well. All is well. All is well is all they tell.
All Is Well
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Listen, God is singing through the Elms, first as thunder, then as wind, then as trembling leaves and limb.
asingingtree 
So glad to see you are back! You ask a good question. We are free to choose the answer. 💗
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i like that answer
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