things are great, well ok, but at least we're not…

Beautiful life, we’ve found our home. Never again will we worry or want or need

  Respite is now, but disquiet lingers. Questions arising disturbing the tremulous piece

    First we were favored. Now it grows colder. We do what we must to exist in a changing word

There are no limits, no reason for doubting. Our world is our destiny brought to us now we are free!

  Haven’t you noticed a change in the weather? The warm days come rarely the nights make us shiver and moan

    Deeper is warmer, always an answer. I see a rock with some speckles, nice colors and shapes

Cycles come often. Await the fine summers. The chill makes us stronger. We build and with joy we will live

  Not this time my friend. It worsens by season our world is in crisis our days of fair glory behind

    Time slows and crawls, each second a journey. The moments extended, enriched with the essence of time

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