care by mother earth.
no words are known,
when love is but born.
in the impressions,
and the essence;
of the world so blessed.
cats and dogs play on the ground,
they play as children in glory,
expressing their love and longing,
to converse with their mother earth.
on the ground you see,
flowers bloom with the seeds.
the leaves, the branches,
and the trees, when life enables
with consistency.
when love is but born.
in the impressions,
and the essence;
of the world so blessed.
cats and dogs play on the ground,
they play as children in glory,
expressing their love and longing,
to converse with their mother earth.
on the ground you see,
flowers bloom with the seeds.
the leaves, the branches,
and the trees, when life enables
with consistency.
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