United States
34° 21' 14.9976" N, 119° 3' 33.3756" W

Depth is in the thought,
Ideas always flow,
The times have been rough,
No one wants to fall below.

When we die,
We've walked so fast,
There we'll lie,
But hope died last.

I hear mankind,
But does it listen to my word?
My story is behind,
And it's sitting on my cords.

Why do you treat me wrong,
Are we not the same?
If we live so long,
Why do you wrong His name?

Power over matter,
Are we less humane?
Nothing seems to matter,
Why become mundane?

Don't overlook nature,
Always think before you act,
Don't overlook adventure,
You won't know how they react.

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