Like the one hundred trillion drops of first rain,
Allow an impassioned outcry of the soul.
Like the red fury of restless volcanoes,
Allow a brimming anger to destroy some bad.
Like melting ice under glorious summer sun,
Allow a little warmth to let you flow.
Like dancing fireflies on cold winter nights,
Allow that inner light to kindle a fire within.
Like the timeless, brown, daunting mountains,
Allow some permanence to kiss your being.
Like the meditation of the sun at dawn and dusk,
Allow a little time for watching your world.
Of the endless stories of mother nature,
Allow her to tell you a tale of her own.
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