Our world's past, stories,
from thousands of years ago,
to the second that just passed,
Stories of people,
places, and our ancestors,
The stories of Mother Earth.
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An ancient forest,
Evaporated dewdrops,
Rivers digging through mountains,
Eroded cliffsides,
Wilted flowers on a field,
Stories of life and of death.
About the Creator
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