The wind
opens the sky
It reveals
the marble men
The reflection
of ourselves in the mirror
All part of
the same instrument of art
Comprised
in one big universe
Breathing
the same air
This air
that purifies
We are the
ones who pollute it
On the
green we walk on
We get it
all dirty
Who suffers
for what we have done?
All the
trees are marvelous arts
They all
are fading away
Like the
mountains getting hidden in the haze
When will
we stop?
Who suffers
for what we have done?
Please listen
to the sounds
The sounds
of a world that has become tired
Listen
before it is too late
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