WHERE, MY BROTHERS, WHERE?

I hear the planets
call my name
and the ocean in echo
answering…my name

In the wind
the rippling grasses
the rustling leaves
the sand beneath my feet
I hear the whisper of my name

I hear, my brothers,
but I do not understand.

You call and I must come,
but where, my brothers, where?

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