Dwelling in the past,
How did we get here?
Was the ultimate goal of life to earn a wage?
My soul wanders in vain, looking to engage.
A connection feels innate.
Mind, body, and soul feel at home when in nature.
The trees watching over, feeling pure.
Always giving life yet posted still,
The energy penetrating without any will,
Harmonious way of life instilled.
Roots to the branch reaching for the skies,
Protecting and nurturing mankind.
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@verde oliva Muy bien, buena combinación.
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