La grama llora,
riendose el arbol,
La tierra bebe.
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Voiceless grass whispers,
leaves cry as brethren die,
the proud tree is still
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Shadow of the wave,
ride golden rays of sunshine,
becalming ocean.
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Foragers beneath,
1000 legs move as one,
the fruitful queen thrives.
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White tiger birthing,
tiny pups cold and hungry,
mother of all rugs.
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