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Mother Nature
Whose face is wide and endless as the sea?
But yet, they try to conquer thee?
Whose rules doth flow into our veins?
But yet, they brake, they pollute, they claim?
Whose spirit bequeaths us our lively breaths?
But yet, we jeer against to test?
Ay, Mother Nature, it is thou
Sitting in a tree.
Crying over thine creation
That rebels mercilessly.
