People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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How the world sings to me,
tells me of joys and capers,
lit tapers and closed boxes.
How to find my way under
a harvest moon? Too soon to
wait, anticipate. The coming
dawn. The dew on the lawn.
Yet the thunder comes and the
storm gathers darkness over all
the land, the copses and stands,
trees along the river. Life giver
holds the key to our existence.
Both you and me. Save only
the bees for our continuance.
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