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by WriterX May 16, 2006 category : Nature, environment / nature
New life is rising From the seeds that came. A cry for food and air, Their hands Go high toward the sky. Green hair appearing On their bald heads, Such wanders, That are hard to understand, They are so close to us. They do not have to be old To impress us with their skills. They are as good as us Their fruits of hard work Before we have a beard.