There is a world which humans inhabit
It lays at their feet a beautiful place
Of arbors so blessed the heavens they kiss
Wide arching mountains knot on its surface
Stone, wood, and mineral, stone, wood, and poem
Fauna and people, their tracks leave behind
when treading on a ground that is a home
forces for motion and forces for time
All made available for all of life
Each particle is beheld by itself
Nothing is wanting not lacks anything
but to be what it is and let to live
All War is madness grown into disease
that hungers to the end of existence.
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