so what, the seasons change
so fast so that nobody can keep track?
accustomed to the chages of nature
all she does is welcomes it...
the ice melts, the sun shines,
the rain falls, the flower blooms,
the leaves falls and the snow showers.
the circle of nature is flawless...
and its us, the humans, who interupts
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The hawk flies above.
their eyes keen on earth.
their wings wraps the air.
their beaks sharp and ready.
the rain may fall, the snow may shower,
but they'll fly above!
still in the end, they all come down
upon earth they'll fall and degenerates....
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