From silence, she traveled far and wide
She have seen all, felt all probable tides
Through the endless cyan of buffering clouds
Beyond the earth’s crashing mantle grounds
Where immortals rest to wander free
Where all living creatures will be left abandoned
By freshly crisp nature’s gift – imagine how!
On our bequest, soon a good harvest?
If we continue to ignore her (mother nature) river of tears………
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