Connecting with the Earth once more
I comprehend the depths of its core
The gap of failure and success
As thin as paper, uncompressed
Greenest grass and flowery hills
Why do breezes feel like chills
Tropical suns and oceans wide
Why does sorrow hit on every tide
If every cloud has a silver lining
What would the faintest clouds
Reveal in his timing?
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