I've seen nature, in its natural state
The realm of reason
Where such beautifications is held
in all its deserving glory,
However leaves dance with winds, However presence light shines through living palms, Each creation of wrinkles holds beauty to be calmed,
And its own heir,
unpredictably of a storytelling story, This world an overgrown garden with each stem kissing petals to bend, rooted in depths never grown before,
This beauty has ever been,
That's where love lives within, growing love until no ends
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