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Nature's Judgment
Over the horizon I watch the sunrise. I sight a cage where the ocean, restful, lies. For bars I search, but none I find, and steel girders, they do not bind. But yet the cage is there, I know. For there is another place to go. A place where nature thrives in tune, With song sending sea towards the moon. Towards a lonely boulder, I boldly stroll, And up I climb, with ambitious soul. Although small rock, each step I fight, To reach the summit, of modest height. As I grasp and grapple, my anger drives, me towards the sky, my freedom strives. Through the clouds, hail starts to rain. I shall not make conquest without the pain. But yet the rock I conquer, still. The boulder's cracks, the heavens fill. And I stand tall, to nature's side, Still knowing there are faults I hide. One day I know I shall find a way, To that gloried place where I'll lay my grave. But I shall not leave, until I complete, The dance that sways to the oceans' beat.
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