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Natures grace
In a shallow brook
That’s full of leaves.
We read our books
While nature grieves.
When we sit and watch
The trees die tomorrow
Will we ever come to know
of nature’s perpetual sorrow?
With all the pain that we have brought
All the damage that cannot heal
Did we ever stop and have our thoughts
About how might nature feel?
poem
by
Logan Fulk
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