Life, real life, can be so totally beautiful as it
pertains to nature.
Alas, when talking about human nature, there is no
longer any beauty.
Life once contemplated and loved has no more meaning.
Sight of a pine tree stirs within, feelings felt by
a heart's yearning for the peace of nature.
Seeing children walking from a school yard stirs only
pain and dread.
Pain of being young is felt and stands out upon faces
walking side by side.
Without a sound, crying of children is heard across
the way.
Sadness penetrates life, leaving destinies in a void
of total emptiness.
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