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Mother Nature

I am the fog, ever lifting.

I am the tide, ever shifting.

I am the sands, ever sifting.

I am the moon, ever drifting.

 

I am the sun, always seeing.

I am the future, however fleeting.

I am the seasons disagreeing.

I am the voice that's guaranteeing.

 

I am the flower, in the field.

I am the stars that are revealed,

I am the sky that is your shield,

I am the earth that must be healed.

 

I am raw beauty, undisguised.

I am the time, and so the tide.

I'm scared that you won't hear my cries,

and fearful of my great demise