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About This Poem
The power, I have with nature in my hands
The wind is speaking to me, my ears are yours
The sky is painting the background, my eyes are open
The clouds are showing me the image, I must mesmerize
The stars are making sure, I see every shining light
The sun is heating my blood, so I may live another night
The moon is relaxing my soul, so I may breathe another day
The birds are singing in my ears, so my heart can beat another beat
The power I have with nature in my hands, forever last
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