Escaping R
In nature I don't see any rectangles... Or screens that make scary sounds... The shapes that I see, are hills, clouds and trees, and not sharp corners of bricks and metal...
The colours in her pallet are astounding... She seems to prefer green or blue! Her Sky is a Window to Forever! With not a single Rectangle in view...
She greets me with Calm when I meet her, I follow her Trees to their Roots... I know it's much safer down here; Because up there, there are poisonous Fruits!
Our Eyes match the shape of this Planet... Our Pupils - the shape of the Moon! Our Fingerprints are like the Rings in a Tree, but none of us - is shaped like a Phone!
Whoever made the Planets made me... The clues are right here in my Eyes... The Salt in my Tears comes from Oceans on Earth; My Bones are from Stars in the Sky!
My Veins match the Rivers we Sail down... My Lungs match the Branches on Trees! I took a quick look at my iPhone... This Alien looks nothing like me!
These Roads should be exchanged for Forests; and Cars - for Horses and Cart! Nature would hold us together... Technology will tear us apart.
I don't see any Rectangles in Nature.
I don't think she quite likes that Shape...
Just count all the ones in front of you now; Escape them before it's too late!
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