December 4, 2008
Sun rises and sun sets
The wind blows the trees,
Ocean free of all nets
The sweet sound of honey bees,

Flowers grow wild in fields
No smoke or smog in sight,
Nature works freely without any yields
All animals have no fright,

The rivers and streams run free
The eagles feed their birth,
It’s so beautiful let it be
This great place we call earth.

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