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I’ve got a big box of dark chocolates They are gooey and tasty and nice I take all that I want, which is greedy And I simply ignore the high price   I don’t pass the box to my children
  When I look to the water I do not see the waves Crashing Scattering the rocks and silt below When I look to the water
Rain was coming down Hard against the window pane Thunder comes crashing  
The sun shined brightly The moon glowed against the sky  Like both yin and yang  
We are all like Achilles. Throughout history, we push our limit,exploring the stars and building cities. But alas, I fear in our immortality, we have lost our spirit. We too faced a choice from our mothers- To live a life of decency or to die in e
We are all like Achilles. Throughout history, we push our limit,exploring the stars and building cities. But alas, I fear in our immortality, we have lost our spirit. We too faced a choice from our mothers- To live a life of decency or to die in e
I wish I could see the sea But I’m landlocked in this city Omaha’s is just fine And even if I had something to do With all of my free time I would probably just stream Netflix and Hulu
Midas was a man, A man with a wish, He didn’t get what he planned, But he just couldn’t resist.   He asked for gold the first time,
Midas was a man, A man with a wish, He didn’t get what he planned, But he just couldn’t resist.   He asked for gold the first time,
While growing up, it was always difficult for me to watch or hear about people killing snakes simply out of fear. I remember my neighbor’s father killing a snake with a shovel right in front of me and my friends, and it broke my heart.
Black Girls, you are one with the earth Black Girls, they like to hit you where it hurts Black Girls, your skin is not dirt
Wondering how it feels to be a tree Nothing much to do but relax And live in peace Or so I thought People have been killing many like me The question is what have we done wrong All we do is shield you with our leaves  And help you breathe We provi
At some point in my life I began to believe that plants were the key to life. I obsessed over the plants and the mystery in how they worked and how unpredictable each species really was.
The beauty of nature’s art is incomparable  The way she strokes the ground with green. The visual of dancing colors coming from her pores. The height of a soul full of wisdom.
The by-products of humanity lay at my feet no matter what environment I'm exposed to. They creep into the peace and tranquility of natural beauty Without precaution, without emotion  Cruel and true
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