By Nature's Mother Tongue
"The streams are my veins."
Coursing through my limbs, the streams are my veins
Just as the wind is the breath in each lung
Blowing dry sand far across desert plains
by Nature’s mother tongue
I bleed the river and springs that have sprung
Cry tsunami’s until nothing remains
For my wooden children, taken too young
I strain and toil for the soil sweating rains
Aid by trees and bees and heroes unsung
Covet unscathed land like ill-gotten gains
by Nature’s mother tongue
August 29, 2022
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For Inspiration: Quote #1 "The streams are my veins"
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