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The World Retaliates
A herd of birds and little bees,
whisping through the tall oak tree
flowers grow in different hue
a beautiful country view.
Gracious was the painter he,
created beauty for all to see
songs of nature sing the stream
it babbles with the rocks between.
The land whispers of a birth,
something old and new from the earth
the sun reflects and retracts
mother nature is taking back.
We must give as we take,
to often fix what we break
but too soon it will be too late
and the world itself will retaliate.
What it did give will all be gone.
of once what was our loving home
the world is tired when people quit
deciding to take care of it.
Copyright ©
Jt Nyx
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