Mother Nature's Pantoum

I am a builder of many mountains My bones grew with the limbs of trees My rain will fill your empty fountains I am the flowers and I am the bees My bones grew with the limbs of trees You hear my voice in the song of a bird I am the flowers and I am the bees I am blood, bone, sinew, fur You hear my voice in the song of a bird I paint the colors of the sunrise I am blood, bone, sinew, fur I lay where the fallen tree lies I paint the colors of the sunrise You feel my sting of bitter cold I lay where the fall fallen tree lies I am forever young and growing old You feel my sting of bitter cold I am the spider that traps the fly I am forever young and growing old My love it stretches from sea to sky I am the spider that traps the fly My rain will fill your empty fountains My loves it stretches from sea to sky I am a builder of many mountains

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