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How nature cares and controls its own. |
Like a distant sound in a deep sleep Life begins with mixed but beautiful music To show unrivaled dominance of the airborne Harmoniously heralding the beginning of a new day For a life clad with free gifts To nourish these little ones Who will propel to feared heights To enjoy undisturbed tranquility Forever they will not fly With instinct as their guide Getting lost is a fairytale In the middle of nowhere They read the globe's four ways And like a stringed object sent aloft They drop with precision to their day's origins The mighty gravitational force of dusk beckons With the day's sounds backing off A universal cloud of darkness takes over reins And the aggressive booing of the fearless Whose echoes reverberate across still rivers And lowly mountain divisions Shouting to the offended sky To show that all is well Then peace and calm swallow all Dusk has given way to night Nature's sigh of relief In deep but cautious slumbers All wait to start all over again Another mixed song with joy and sheer dominance With clear anticipation of free gifts That come all in a new day |