Earth


Water cascades shining, sparkling in sun,
People shouting everywhere as one,
Verdant hills bespeckled by brown tree-trunks
Ages old trees, and old humanity.

Somehow one is moved by natureís display
Of finery thatís seen the light of day
In endless by-gone time of yore
It moves the soul of man, his very core.

The future stretches onward, one can see
It twist along some pathway, forcefully,
Past dim and dark-eyed specters of our past
Through ancient forests man has known since youth.





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