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The great forests we know
Once oceans and seas
The deserts and wastes
Once tropical green
A cycle unending
Or so it would seem
But indeed it will end
And ends as we speak
For the thin veil is lifted
The sign we did seek
A potent sign hidden
Not without but within
The morning star rising
The end of all sin
A light now forming
And when it is done
We will be how we were
As when it had begun

I search for my reflection
but it is here no longer.

It's not about you
It's about what you do
So until you find it
Or it finds you
Get a clue
It's not about you
It's about what you do

C@rainbowchaser2021

How could you live drinking  water from the same river in which you had drowned scores of landless people who had come to live with you.

If I were an ant, what disadvantages are mine?
If I may love with all my being,
being an ant?
You would then be, I mean,
I would then be,
imperceptible in the grand balance of power.

If I were an ant, I think I could do no evil.