A Thousand Eves I tried to talk to the most precious In worldly terms, of course And heard mostly of measures Of primitive geometry and medieval time Time tickled down in form of dusty sands And formed a molehill
They all faded away
Talking the same languages In thousand different words There were seductive forests all around Amazon, Mangrove, Rain and many more And mighty streams, rushing rivers Where lives thrive in incredible ecstasy
Did I forget mentioning the fire?
Mountains, valleys, volcanic eruption What a magnificent store of treasure O you.. my dear Earth You are but a thousand Eves You are but a thousand Eves
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