Day 8
I walked on the shore, I saw all the sights, I saw the amazing heights, I saw you beauty, How can something be so simple yet so complex, Dear nature the mother who nurtures, Just how many years have you walked, Along the trees, the beaches, and shores, Along the forest, desert, and man, Can we ever hear your voice, To know your pain, to know you sights, To know how far you came, And tell us more human how little we are.
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