Look at the peaks; they are citadels without motion
And crevices cut in perfect lines on the mountains
Look at trees; they dance together in the wind
Their branches and leaves in peaceful unison
Look at worms; they crawl and inscribe patterns
On Earth, they author unblemished marks and signs
Look at the moon, with its glossy mornings
And the happiness and yearnings it brings
Consider the reflective clouds across the pretty horizon
A mix of hues and distinguishable formations
Look at you, adorable and precious human
Alongside all these beauties, one of Nature’s own
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