Amidst the honking cars and blaring horns,
A symphony of chaos, each day reborn,
The sounds of the city, a never-ending din,
A discordant melody that grates within.
The whirring of machines, the screech of brakes,
The rumble of planes, as they take off and shake,
The shouts of people, the clatter of feet,
A noisy world, that never seems to sleep.
The sounds of progress, they say with a grin,
But what of the peace, that once lay within?
The sounds of nature, now drowned in noise,
A world out of balance, with its own voice.
The impact of noise, it's more than we know,
Affects our health, and our minds, it can throw,
From stress and anxiety, to hearing loss,
The price we pay, for progress, at a cost.
So let us pause, and take a moment to hear,
The sounds of silence, so pure and so clear,
For in the stillness, we find our peace,
And a world that's balanced, can finally release.
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