On the breast of these soils
Comes the veins of these trees
Like the tiny ants we have become
Journeying, finding our new holes
After the rains have flooded our homes
The timings are what brought us here today
Nature says
To know me is to know yourself
Yet we bend our bones into our ears
Lay our innocence on the skins of yesterday
And blame someone else for our forgetfulness
Nature parrots the words of God
But man seized that for himself
So he can God on other men
And call them nothing.
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