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Nature
Nature is …
The soft white clouds, like cotton balls
Floating on a gentle breeze
The sky, as tall as it is wide
Panning as far as the eye can see
The birds, gliding on the swift wind
Singing natures song, with their chirps and caws
The air, blowing through my hair
Like a gentle whisper in my ear
The smoke, born from fire, which darkens our sky
Destroying old life while bringing new, young life
The trees, given life by the wind
Sway to and fro, dancing to natures song
The grass, standing firm and tall
As if to compete with the mighty mountains
The dirt, softly moving beneath my fingers
At the same time solid, as if to hold me up
The ants, working together as one body
By themselves they fail, but together they succeed
The seeds, which litter the ground
They are hope, hope for new life
And lastly, us
We are all nature, we eat, we breath
We live
This is nature…
This…is us
-Luke Peterson