In the land where whispers dwell,

Where silence holds its gentle spell,

There lies a marvel, precious and clear,

A gift to cherish, to hold dear.

Upon the sides of every face,

Rests a wonder, a special place,

A pair of gates, both small and grand,

Through which the symphony of life expands.

Ears, delicate as petals in bloom,

Capturing melodies, dispelling gloom,

They dance to the rhythm of nature’s song,

Amidst the bustling world, they belong.

In quiet moments, they lend an ear,

To tales of joy, of pain, of fear,

They listen closely, without a word,

Absorbing stories, profound and stirred.

From the rustle of leaves in the breeze,

To the laughter that echoes through the trees,

Ears embrace the world’s diverse array,

In each sound, a story to convey.

They hear the hushed secrets of the night,

And the whispers of dawn’s first light,

In every sound, they find a story to keep,

A treasure trove, buried deep.

So let us honor these guardians of sound,

In every echo, every note profound,

For in the symphony of life’s grand span,

Ears remind us: to listen is to understand.