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Gaze adoringly not at the beauty of a fine woman
But at nature
For nature never grows old
It does not wrinkle
Nor fade with age
Its grass does not gray
Like a once alluring mane
Its mountains do not sag
Like the breasts of old age
Its fruits do not turn sour
Unlike those of human creation
Its tears of rain full of growth and promise
Not pity and pain
Nature is everlasting
A source of beauty and inspiration
Giving vitality and youth to its audience
Nature gives, it does not take
It replenishes all
Not only what it desires to make
There is no doubt in nature's love nor a pout on its Lips*
Rather a constant ray of energy and bliss
All things die but nature.
*Lips: The Greek deity of the southwest wind
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