Wet and green surrounds
This land of extreme weather
Frail are its tenants.

Life in nature exists
All live then pass on with naught
No tears are counted.

Watching I grow old
Spring summer autumn winter
Eyes and hearts learn most.

The wind whistles songs
You can hum along wordless
In tune with the earth.

by Geoffrey Fafard

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