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Sometimes the land is like the sea
Rolls in waves of earth and rock
Adorned with damp and clinging mosses
At feet of mountains earth huddles tumbles tosses
The trees sprout where they can here
They grow a-jumble in the cracks of rocks
Jutting up towards clouds and growing high
Massive trunks reaching ever upward for the sky
Atop the trees in spring they sport their flowers
Flowers that bloom so high only the birds see them
And beneath their canopies life is under their care
Scampering deer and squirrel and lumbering bear
Then comes the curse of Nature, blundering man
Cutting all down but the barren hills
To see what short term profit he can gain
And cares nothing for all the life now slain
In the short term there is no price to pay
This realm stores hidden karma for a time
The boomerang of foolishness takes awhile to apply its test
Slow but unrelenting comes a time for justice and redress
The land will slowly come back and recover
The trees will grow again in stately majesty
The animals that are not extinct will live in the forests again
But the fate of humankind is not so certain
