I have lived in the world of men
Conspicuously constructed
No trace of god
Flowers in the field unnoticed
Vultures circle
Nature lost
Yet a light
A lifted soul
Not rooted in concrete
Nourished by jungle
Energized by wind
As sand slip through the hourglass
Man's construct soon undone
Mother Nature
Our Nature 
We are one

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