Philosophy of Harmony

In one thousand voices,
In a million sounds,
In all there is in this world,
We Speak.
Though one hears as many,
The Whole of Earth speaks as one.
From the whispers of the trees, 
to the Restless Hush of the rain,
the Whistles of the wind,
singing of the reeds,
the burble of the brook,
the gentle singing of the mountain,
the drone of the Bees,
all different,
but all the same.
For we all exist together.
The birds and beasts,
the World of Man,
the sea and wind,
we all are one another.
United in Minute ways,
in the sway of the grass,
the flow of the water,
the gusting wind.
All sing in harmony.
One feels it from the Moment we join,
a Cry echoed over generations.
Man and beast,
So different yet in the one moment,
we are the same. 
The first cry is universal,
a call to the world we've arrived.
If in this one moment all things are the same,
is it not illogical to think there are others?
What if one day,
all mankind understood the implications of that,
what world would then be?
What place would we find in that Melody,
in the chorus of creation,
in our pitch,
adding our voices to life's Gentle thrumm?
When we could hear it?
and maybe,
just maybe,
We'll know,
and realize.
The Harmony.
The one that binds all life,
that calls all to its embrace.
that quietly echoes,
ever waiting for man to hear it.
avarice binds our mind,
and the greed of man or ears,
tuning out the harmony but for pride.
When we let go,
we will know.
Harmony.