Venny Hayde

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Trees crumble to the ground,
Leaves cry without a sound,
Animals sigh their last breath,
As the world falls into inevitable death.
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The birds flutter in the arms of the sky,
The mountains rise into the air-
The waters gush into the sea,
We go about our work as busy bees.
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Just like earth has its moods,
Love has its grooves.

The earth has a fiery temper,
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