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When the birds fly south We will know when summer ends But when they fly away and are never seen again Will that be out extinction Will nature and creation take care of other species And leave to face the eternal darkness all alone. This is a warning Maybe a foreboding I know not what…
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We are part of Gaia’s matrix Created from the same seed, Produced by the source Resonating cosmically, We are borne out of the spiritual Created from a ritual, Of love and light And of creativity, We shine so brightly Like a lightening seed, We grow to become one, With our earth’s ecology But somehow some…
