'Nature' 'Mother Earth' 'Rhyme' 'Environment' 'Mother Nature'
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Our turn.
I wonder if I have friends who care for me.
But I do have friends who do not speak.
No, Zephyrus doesn't whisper.
Nor does he kiss the cheek of friendless freaks.
Sun, sleet, rain, and snow,mountains high and valleys low.Flawless, luscious, peaceful, free,from the bluest sky to the blackest sea.
Light, dark, hot, and cool,
Autumn’s leavesfull summer treesprobing mountain peaks,in waterfall’s ragemisty rainbow cagethe sunshine from the east.
