White points of stars in the ebony
Vastness of space.
Black silhouettes of trees against
A stark white sheet of sky.
Medodious and beautiful,
Nature does not lie.
A small sphere crowded with people
Who are sons and daughters of nature.
People not in harmony with each other,
People black and white,
Engaged in a constant race,
And always inclined to fight.
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