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The tambourines echo through the forest,
disguised as the leaves on the trees,
while the birds chime in their choruses,
pairing perfect with the buzzing of the bees.
A snapping twig from my unconscious step,
brings a silence so vast the crickets look to see,
the only sound to arise is a wise owl asking, "Who?"
hastily, I softly reply, "It is me."
He coasts down,
through, and past me,
and as the music starts again,
I hear his voice echo,
"It is we."
-Nick Wallace