RENAISSANCE Autumn's cleansing wind and rain, Winter's sleepful snow and sleet, Vernal warming of bud and sprout, Summer's burgeoning green and heat all for us may still remain when power plays burn out and money games deplete. Ancient cycles regenerate where brute industries contaminate and in fifty years or so whole new forests then will grow as oceans re-spawn their millions if humans reduce their billions, then bio-regions rebalance for village farming abundance and gardener's innermost pleasure with what we already know of appropriate technology plus Orphean music's rebirth in astral energies glow our goddess may smile her troth if returning to her she returns to us riches beyond a need to measure blossoming Nature's resurrection, co-evolving new tribal lore as Earth and Poe's redemption quoth the song birds "Evermore".

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