the pleasing burn
                         of a resurrected sun
                       from the fading moon
                              tears do run
                        a breeze that soothes
                  through my soul it cascades
                       green valleys sparkle
                  with such beautiful parades
.            yellows that dance in a haze of blue
.          unsurpassable visions are now but a few
                              golden white
                           seeks fiery skies
                     nature has our meaning
                             she never lies
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We can behold the pleasures of our earth within the realms of mystical intrigue and social enlightenment, surrounding me are an infinite number of concrete constructions shrouding the land we so desire,
" I see a tree, I hear a car,
capitalist nirvana is not very far,"