cycle
clouds move in
rain falls and the
land seems to wash
itself. waves crash
into the shore the land
seems to purify itself
sun shines land dries
plants and creatures die
the land feeds itself and
the cycle continues the
world gives and the world
takes how life is just a game
of give and take.
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