Once, there was a special boy, people would say,

He roamed alone, his own unique way.

To hear life's song, he'd find a quiet place.

And listen closely to its gentle grace.

It whispered secrets that few understood,

When we truly listen, life's magic is good.

Clouds danced forward with stories untold,

Birds sang their songs, pure and bold.

Leaves on trees rustled like a peaceful crowd

Ideas grew hearts and whispered out loud.

"Listen" he'd sav, "before words take flight,

For in listening well, we find wisdom's light."

In a world of chatter, he found the key,

To connect with life's true melodv.

A lesson for all, both young and grown,

To listen with heart before making our own.