• The sounds of the world are always near , just listen closely and you shall hear. you here the forests ancient trees crying and moaning with ancient need, the wolves are heard howling at the moon, singing melodies of harmony and woe. you hear the sound of creations lust as they cry and sigh with all their love and must , the rustles of grass, a young childs last breath , a moan of a mother holding her dead. the sound of blood rushing through veins, then rushing to the floor in gushing red stains, the sounds of the world so filled with sorrow and remorse, but some filled with joy like a child"s first sigh of life.the ceak of old bones as they lay to rest as loved ones pass through the souls of th dead.