The voices of people from everywhere are heard to sound
Echoes of the nations the countries both far and near
Are splashing through waters with messages we should hear
Stories and sorrows and happenings of the very many
Are coming down in showers..in the whisperings that are plenty
Can you not hear it: the emotions that are all around
They're riding in the stream-lets that are watering our thirsty ground...
We must learn to listen to it: to the things we cannot hear
With our soul's ear, learn to penetrate, the changing atmosphere..
For inside of every atom, in every sounding of the blowing breeze
Are held the secrets, of all the peoples, the media never sees.