Nature, in her innocence
lies somehow bound
in distractions of an interaction
that speak in tones of silence
ringing out upon the wind

in vague remembering
of ancient times long past
when fire and ice first met
and earth and air were bonded
for all time

Yet even now she seeks
within her depths of progeny
to amend all that's been
divided and thus rent asunder

as earth and air
within all water's wealth
seek one another yet again
eternally upon these winds

of time and mind
beyond, beneath
this moment of deliverance
from all distraction . . .


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