Precious Earth
Laughing poppies, singing trees, tiny bubbles in the breeze. Looking left, looking down, see the footprints in the ground. Where they start, where they end, have they wisdom to you lend. Looking right, looking up, water falls from nature's cup. See the rocks, smoothly round, hear the hum of nature's sound. Crashing water, spinning leaves, climbing upwards past the trees. How they fly, where they go, precious Earth, take it slow.

--Daryl Molen

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