Welcome to a small strand in the vast web of our existence. In time my strand shall grow, it is at present small and fragile, so be kind and visit often.
No sound but the trees,
Leaves rustled,
By an occasional breeze,
Clouds moving silently,
I ponder,
Their ultimate destiny,
We should all cherish,
The beauty,
Mother Earth has given us.NEGLECTED BEAUTY
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