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The songs of the wind
It sings the many tales
The years it has seen
The places it has gone
Nature gifts we ignore
We cut and change outlines
Leaving nature in dire needs
We don't see it coming
The songs of bitterness
The songs of losing souls
When nature get angry
The elements will destroy
High rise building
Collapsing quickly
Rivers and oceans rising tides
Flooding in low lying areas
Landslides in hilly slopes
You can't cut thinking nature agree
When you don't ask permission
Death will ride on the hill
The songs of the wind
It sings the many tales
If only we stop and listen carefully
The sound of nature angry drumbeats!
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