It was an earth, unlike this one, today,
You could smell the pine, the lilacs that lay,
The towering cedars, old buffalo bones
Water falling from the ragged stones,
No contrails from jet exhaust,
No raspy chain saws, no sawdust,
Just the quiet of the forest breeze,
The soul’s poetry, if you please…
Just the heart beating to the rhythm of the planet
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