I wonder what the birds are arguing about, Chirping so violently and passionately.
I wonder what the winds tell the leaves,
For it to flutter so aggressively.
I wonder what the moon shows the waves, For them to crash upon the shore in a fit of rage.

Suddenly, it's quiet, nothing to be heard but the dim hum of the atmosphere
And the distant roars of vehicles.
And the sounds of airplanes cutting through the skies.

Then comes the wind, back again, hitting the blinds with such fervour.

Alas,