I was alone that day, and I thought there was no one to hear what I had to say.
But the chairs were there and surprisingly they sat up, as if they really cared:
They gave me their ear.
The walls were intense and blue, and they leaned forward and listened too. And even though I was not speaking loud, it felt like I was speaking to a crowd, because the walls stood up. With rapt attention, they did not interrupt.
The windows opened their eyes wide and I was shocked by their dazzling bright response. And even if they wanted to, their bright smiles, they could not hide.
Nobody else was present, no one else was around, so there was not a sound. But, to show some respect even the ants stopped crawling on the ground.
What originally looked like an empty and dull room filled with gloom, turned out to be quite a successful recital.
To show approval, the chairs dragged their feet, and the walls glowed as the windows casted their light, and the ants started again to bite.
Time was not wasted that day, because all who were present listened intently to what I had to say.
Bro'Ken De Peana.
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