O little lamb, do you hear the calls?
The wind whispers, calling for you ,
Just do wake now ,the hills are calling, your hoofs to stomp ,
Look ,there all little lambs astir, awake now,
The dust will need to rise from all your thundering hooves,
When the rain falls again , the hills will turn green yet again,
Some days your bleats turn to a roar , roaring for clean air ,
Roaring for sunlight on the hills and clean rains,
A roar from all gentle lambs... a unified roar some times need to rise ,
From all gentle lambs, bleats turn to a roar,,
For fresh air free and green hills , For nature's rights ...
A poem by Pc-3 ( 05/20/2026)
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