For Better or Worse... Our Universe

For Better, or For Worse,
I am blessed with a curse,

with each verse spoken,
clouds dance the skies to heaven,
mountains move, as mother nature is awoken,
she is pleeing for world peace, on her knees- begging

rain trickles down trees,
and off leaves,
into running rivers.
feeding the diverse universe

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