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| Sun over fjord, near Bodo, Norway |
Were Earth an increment closer to the sun,
No snow would there be, nor me.
Were Earth an increment further from the Golden One,
No rain would there be, nor me.
Wherefore then, in perfect and perpetual equilibrium,
Do we earthlings yearly conceal ourselves behind
A shroud ever darker,
Blocking with all manner of airborne muck
The gentle rays that would bless us, bless us, bless us unto eternity?
Shall we not allow the sun himself to bestow his spark
Unto our multitude of clamoring machines,
Before the Earth herself is forced to wear the veil
Of a mother mourning for her children?
from On a Starry Night
John Slade
Woodgate International
http://www.woodgateintl.com/
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