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We witness her beauty with eyes that won’t see

What was and what is, and what ought to be

 

Nature our teacher, from the roots to the tree

Plundered for profit, what she gives us for free

 

But on the horizon with eyes that must see

What was and what is, and what ought to be

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Gentle is the morning light

In the garden of earthly guise

Awakes the dawn from weary night

And greets the day through nature’s eyes

 

 

 

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We are one among many, not one above all

No masters of all things audacious or small

 

Yet we flatter ourselves, we of clever design

So processed and packaged, polished and primed

 

But under the trees lies the roots of true worth

Steeped in her wisdom, bound deep to the earth

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Where the river flows through silent veils

In the sheltered forest her spirits rise

 

On hidden waters and forgotten trails

Beneath the shade of sacred skies

 

In the silence we heed her hails

For ancient wisdom in peaceful guise

 

 

 

 

 

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