James I

 

Mother nature never sleeps

she smiles while all her children weep

 

For her there is no protest song

our days are short while hers are long

 

She toils then rests between our wars

unknowing of all worthy Cause

 

Her dust is dust then dust again

recycled by recycled rain

 

To worship her won’t give us time

Mother Natures Rites Divine

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