It is where we belong.
Yes, even though it doesn’t feel so,
In the cages of concrete and a world of made up needs.
It is where we belong.
It the home, that have given us all.
The peace that freshly drenched plants and trees give you,
The ancient peace it offers.
Soothing us.
Is something we carry in our blood.
Because it is where we belong.
It is the home that allows us to exist.
Tolerant, strong and resilient.
It is our ego to say we need to save the planet,
It will save itself in minutes by eliminating us,
We need to work to save ourselves.
Because it is where we belong.
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