Two Worlds

I am of the woods and the hills and the skies
Of the birds, the bees and the bears.

I love the dark of a nighttime forest,
The shady mystery of a hillside full of trees.

The laughing music of water,
The streams, the brooks, the rivers.

The colors of a sunset.

I love the fresh skirt and blouse of spring,
The rich, embroidered gown of summer,
The tattered rags of autumn.
The nakedness of winter, beautiful and white.

The light of the stars.

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I am of the roads and the bridges and the cities
Of the hustle, and bustle, and change.

I love the voices of the crowds,
And the stark dirt of old brick buildings.

The technology and science the modern world brings,
The discoveries and inventions.

The cars endlessly driving by.

I love the shops, the lights,
The sound of wind among the buildings.
The smell of gasoline,
The maze of streets and places.

The complexity of Life.