When you hear the cry of the lone wolf can you understand the pain of leaving the pack?
When you hear the rustling leaves do you stop to listen to what they say?
When you feel the pain of a bee sting do you understand his pain and the reason behind the action?
When it rains, do you think of the beauty and sorrow of the world?
God talks in many ways.
Do you listen?
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