The Breeze blows.
The Wave crashes.
The Sun rises, while the Moon makes its descent.
The birds fly, they soar so high...leaving behind the troubles, is what that meant.
The River flows its own way. It listens to itself alone.
The Mountain displays its strength, reaching up to hold the sky. To keep it from falling. A mighty stone
The Earth spins, it revolves, it turns.
Just as how time watches us from birth til death, I observe the world.
I try to comprehend the beauty unfolding around me.
This monster. This being. This force. This nature.
I turn slowly.
The Toxin chokes the Breeze.
The Sludge contains the Wave.
The Sun shines on the wasteland, as the Moon runs to find safety in the dark.
The Birds cannot fly, being weighed down with new troubles. This pollution has left its mark
The Poison flows, as the River painfully roars.
The Mountain is covered. No longer strong like before
The Earth spins, it revolves, it turns.
Just as how time watches us from birth til death, I observe the world.
I try to comprehend the tragedy unfolding around me.
This nature. This force. This being. This monster.
I look into my hands, and I wonder why man would cause this world to die.
The world, so beautiful, made ugly by man.
The Earth stops, it decays, it dies.
Just as how time watches us from birth til death, I observe.
I observe the world.
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